Nate rolled his eyes. Merlin's sake, she'd stolen from him and came with a lecture. That, and she was apparently a shite thief. Taking from people who couldn't afford it wasn't only ineffective but an absolute git move, he thought as if he was a man of ethics. Honor among thieves, or whatnot. At least the vampire gave him an opportunity to be smug.

"This was a colossal waste of time," he said with a short false bow and a flick of the cigarette ash. With that, Nate took a few steps backwards, whipped his wand and cracked the rest of the way to the Shodding Arms where a notched bottle with his name on it awaited him.

Fin