Either the youth was very practised at keeping a vacant expression or he was just one of those rare souls not inclined to flinch at the unknown (or worse, the inhuman), a live and let live type. Ishmael was too attuned to the smell of blood to miss the colour rising to his cheeks, but his smile seemed more bashful than anything else. Hm.
“Good question,” Ishmael admitted, still smiling in spite of being slightly stumped. He could take it by force and make a scene and risk arrest. He could get Monty or one of the others to pull off a little museum heist, but the knife was hardly worth as much as their usual hauls, and ‘sentiment’ had been a priority to the gang precisely never. He could try and make a case for original ownership as the young man said, but he wasn’t sure it would go down well. “I don’t know. I’m not sure they and I will agree on at what point graverobbing becomes a historical pursuit,” Ishmael said lightly, thoughtfully. He broadened his smile again, only half-joking. “You don’t think it’ll work if I just ask nicely?”
“Good question,” Ishmael admitted, still smiling in spite of being slightly stumped. He could take it by force and make a scene and risk arrest. He could get Monty or one of the others to pull off a little museum heist, but the knife was hardly worth as much as their usual hauls, and ‘sentiment’ had been a priority to the gang precisely never. He could try and make a case for original ownership as the young man said, but he wasn’t sure it would go down well. “I don’t know. I’m not sure they and I will agree on at what point graverobbing becomes a historical pursuit,” Ishmael said lightly, thoughtfully. He broadened his smile again, only half-joking. “You don’t think it’ll work if I just ask nicely?”
