Remy flashed Kurt his devilish grin, giving him a shrug at the quiet chastising. Remy hadn't pick-pocketed in weeks, and he had an itchy sticky finger. He chuckled silently, and then was beaming a smile at the shop keeper when she turned back around.
"If ya need any paddin' t'your wallet for a pretty, lemme know. My old man, he sends me t'much in allowance. Goes t'waste, y'know?"
Translation? I get bored too much and lift chump change in the city to pass the time. I've got cash to burn.
He looked back to the shop girl, shaking his head. "I t'ink I go a lil' simpler, non? T'much beauty, ya get de girl t'inking she needs extra beauty, and it never de case." He pointed to the girl's simple silver chain around her neck. "Like dat. It knows t'take a back seat t'your pretty face."
The girl blushed furiously, turning fast to hang the necklace back up and take a few breaths to pale her cheeks again.