Silver made his way closer and closer, his hands slithering into your pockets until-

"OW! Hey, what was that for!?" He yelped, as your hands gripped his, twisting them behind his back. "Okay, okay, okay, okay, geez, chill!"

Sometimes you wondered how a thief like Silver managed to become one of the most important assets of the Revolution agaisnt the Duke of Zval. Well, you were going to find out eventually, if you managed to put up with this idiot.