Matt leaned in just enough for her and only her to hear. But just subtle enough for no one to notice. "The thief. the black cat? I'm sure you know the title? It's funny. I would expect someone of your status to send your clothes to get cleaned. You use the same soap on your own...Night time suit?" He didn't want to give it away. Not yet. "We have a mutual freind. I work for a horned client..."