He hadn't thought that far ahead yet but it wasn't at all outside the realm of possibility that he might find himself a little light-fingered on the day. If they were going to be scrutinizing things though it'd probably be wiser to keep his nose clean, how was he supposed to supplement his meagre wages if his best stealing hand was broken? "I'm honest as the day is long, nothin' to worry 'bout from me." The grin he flashed was supposed to be reassuring but probably didn't seem half as convincing as he thought. "I didn't catch your name...?"
Eyeing up this magnificent set eh? MJ sold her soul to Satan's graphic designer. I wish he'd take mine too.