The two of you are walking through a busy market, trying to find the person you're meant to be meeting up with. You pass a table selling all types of daggers and casually slide one off the table and into your back pocket. No one notices.

"So I've been trying to figure out why he even said that, because I wasn't even in his way-" Leon was saying, having been yabbering for the past fifteen minutes. The two of you pass a lady holding a basket of apples and you swipe one, handing it to Leon to shut him up.*

"Hey." He frowns, his ego hurt. "Where did you even get that from?* *" He questions, taking a hesitant bite.