"I'm sure you do," Peitho said as she came closer, reaching out and running a finger across his chest, still high on the desire of others. She knew that tonight all of her persuasion and seduction was running high, like a fever that passed through the apartment.
There was a space on the shelf behind him and Peitho saw it and then smiled at him. It wasn't an unkind smile. "That's not worth anything, you know. Or do you steal more for the joy of stealing?" She understood that desire of course - she was married to the Archus Pheleteon, Leader of Thieves.