"Maybe," Rick said, the green eyes eerie as he moved past, clearly deciding Iris did not need his protection, "the purse doesn't deserve being stolen like the man deserved to be dead." He was pleased with this turn of phrase, he'd worked it out in his head just like that. Funny how it used to bother him...
Vague in a cloud of cinnamon and stray morals, Rick strolled past and out into the lobby. "Hopefully she doesn't have anything else of value," he continued, as if the conversation had never strayed, "with her window like that."