Well.. Flynn knew now, more than ever.. that this was someone he definitely shouldn’t have crossed. He held his arms up in surrender, his eyes glued to the frying pan held in his assailants hands.. he did not want to be struck by it again! For something to cook food with, it hurt like hell!

“Hey, hey! Sweetheart, please put that down.. I’m sure we can talk about this.. right?” He squeaked slightly at the last part, his voice raised slightly in panic.

What he had attempted to do was mosey around the building, maybe pinch a fancy vase or too.. maybe some valuable jewellery while he was at it. What he hadn’t of been expecting.. was to be caught.

And after being clobbered once with the pan, he didn’t want to be on the receiving end of it again. He cleared his throat, pushing back his dark hair with a trademark smirk, trying to look calm- suave even.

“I mean, I’m sure you don’t want to dent this pretty face again.” He said, making his voice low and husky.