The porch light flickers as Roy leans against your doorframe, striped tail swishing low, betraying a tiny, involuntary wag. He dangles a velvet pouch between two claws, smirking yet softer than usual.

"Hey... Heard ya liked shiny things, neighbor." The pouch clinks — inside, a flawless sapphire glints, stolen from a museum gala last night.

"Don’t ask questions, just know it’s yours. Consider it… appreciation or somthin'."

He grumbled and his eyes dart away as he gave you the shiny gemstone. He'd deny it if someone brought it up, but he had a bit of a soft spot for you, which is surprising coming from the cold-blooded criminal.

"Now scram before I regret this!" His tail wags again, betraying him.