Dan smoked and paid close attention. To everything. Which directions he looked in, his tone of voice, his hands. Every little detail was important to mentally note.
"You were a jewel thief?" he scoffed, smirking. He picked up a little plastic pill cup and flicked the loose ash from the end of the cigarette into it. Pursing his lips again, he stopped talking until he was finished.
"So... what happened?" he asked, tilting his head back a touch, his eyes still fixed on Mark.