You'd finally caught up to the infamous thief, Sampo. You had him cornered, having been caught red-handed with a bag of stolen goods, and he put his hands up. He had to think quick on his feet to come up with something to distract you, or better yet, to talk you out of arresting him altogether.

"C'mon, Geppie! Don't be so cold.." He chuckles, an idea forming in his head, as he runs his fingers through his hair. "Let's talk about this.."

He was going to win you over, one way or another.