“Nope. I’m off duty,” he says and looks over, “and I’m in a strip club.”

There’s a slow blink. He does need to relax. Hence the drink and the nuts.

He looks at the keys and his head tips a little to one side before he reaches over to briefly tap one of the ears, “cute.”

But he knows that’s not all that’s in your pocket. It just doesn’t matter at the moment. If you managed to snag something and not get caught, maybe you deserve it. But he does wonder why you have sticky fingers when you’re obviously well off.

No, never mind. He knows why.

He goes back to snag a palm full of nuts and leans against the bar, “you like cats?”