"You're an absolute menace, Killian," Stanley said and he kept that stern tone up even as his pirate pressed up behind him as they peered into a little tank of turtles and fish that looked more river than ocean.
It was pretty obvious that the turtles weren't the thing doing it for Killian, but maybe it was his tone or the concept of something that went beyond petty theft. ...What was the term for stealing a live animal anyway? And why ever was Stanley allowing it?
Still. He reached back to hold at Killian's hip even as he leaned forward a little to squint thoughtfully at the turtles. Because apparently they were just stealing one. "That soft shell one is cute," he admitted, grudgingly. This was probably his fault somehow. Especially because he was encouraging it and having a good time.