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[supercilious]

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[falsify]

And yet you haven't told me what this thing is.

[He's already losing interest, and it shows in the way he sighs and looks at the glass in his hand. Too many people claim to have trinkets and stories of great worth, and too many people have little to offer but junk.]

[This kind of talk most often accompanies something disappointing, and he'd rather just get it over and done with and see the girl out.]

[ivegotmypride]

Better yet, I'll show you.

[With a cursory glance back at the door, Nancy removes the dirty blanket from the top of her basket. Reaching in, she pulls out a small bag.]

Hold out your hand.

[Once he does so, she carefully tips the contents of the bag into his hand. There rests a gold necklace, inset with emeralds.] It's real. It ain't glass or tin or nothin'.

[falsify]

[He looks at the necklace in the palm of his hand and then holds it up with a delicate grip that speaks to experience handling finery, despite the dirt under his nails and the beard too many days old to be deliberate. Eames isn't trained in this sort of thing, but a keen eye and many years make him confident in his assessment that she's right. He can't fence it based on his instinct and the word of a prostitute, however.]

I'll have to take it to a jeweller. If it's real, you get your money, if not you can have this pretty thing back.

[He gestures airily with the hand holding his drink as he speaks, and with an absent gesture the necklace vanishes into his fist. The kind of smooth movement of someone with light fingers and a lot of practice putting them to use.]

[ivegotmypride]

[Nancy holds herself back from smiling too much when he agrees.]

Thank you, Mr. Eames- I don't know what I'd've done if you had refused t'take it off of me.

[His trick is appreciated, and flawlessly performed. She can appreciate that in a man.]

As much as I'd've loved to keep it, I'd be dead in five minutes if someone else took a fancy to it.

[falsify]

Slow down. I've only agreed to appraise it so far.

[Eames raises an eyebrow, amused. He certainly hasn't offered more than a verbal contract that she'll get the money, nor have they discussed his cut.]

[But that's fine. He'll decide on it himself.]

So what is this then? Sticky fingers? A gift from a regular?

[ivegotmypride]

Right- sorry. Ain't used to doing it this way.

[Fagin just took.]

Sticky fingers. There was a lady wasn't paying attention. Got it right off her neck. No regulars'd gift me. They know who they'd have t'answer to if they did.

[falsify]

[Judging by that brief look of confusion, Eames has no idea who they'd have to 'answer to', but he doesn't care enough to ask. Must be the girl has a boyfriend or some other man who'll not let her entertain another man's affections. Whatever it is, it's no matter of his.]

Those are skilled hands you've got, taking this from a woman while she's wearing it.

[ivegotmypride]

[That's right. You still away from Bill. Best for everyone involved.]

She had a thick, high neck on her dress. Doubt she could feel a thing, distracted as she was.

I learned from the best, didn't I?