"You don't? Ouch, that hurts. You don't think I'm a good thief? Mean." James pouted slightly and then held out Hartley's watch to him. Once more. What? In the time he'd been all over him, James had taken advantage and stolen it again. And Hartley didn't notice, didn't even feel it leaving his person. That was how a good thief worked. "There's varying degrees of 'best' in this job. I'm the best bet you have for non-violent break-ins. I can name better thieves but one alarm, one fuck up, one mistake and everyone who witnesses it would die before the cops even showed."