He paused and looked at her. She was not going to let this go, was she? He wasn't going to walk away empty handed. Not after the risks he took getting in and out. He wouldn't have been surprised if he found out that whoever was in the Sanctum had found the one he had put to sleep, and perhaps woken him up. He wouldn't have been surprised if they were about to make a move on him. And that made things all the riskier. He was running out of time and he needed to get out of there. He was going to have to play a little dirty. She was bold enough to stop him. Now it was time she stopped.
He took his cigarettes from his pocket, placing one between his lips and lighting it. The lighter closed with a metallic click and he pocketed it as well as the pack.
"There is nothing else, luv" he replied, pulling his bag over his shoulder. He unzipped it to reveal what looked like a collection of pornographic magazines, a couple of bottles of whiskey, and few cartons of cigarettes. There were other bits and bobs mixed in there. Some clothing items as well. But the books were hidden, disguised with an illusion spell that had been inscribed on the inside of the bag. He zipped the bag back up and made a move to try and get past her once more.