Costumes! Oh, careful, Jenny, or you'd end up with a pleasantly happy, cape-wearing Cajun. He flashed a grin at her and came away from the door, over to her pile of clothes and her makeshift bed, to plop down there on the edge and offer out his Twinkie. Then his eyes caught sight of the tiara and they lit up.
Okay, so the thief got all excited over anything that sparkled, could you blame him? "Where 'dose at, chere?" Why? Because he wanted one. You were going to be witness to the creation of a monster very shortly, Jenny, because the red-head was in a playful, happy mood, and you were going to get caught right in the middle of it.
One hand smoothed over the silken dress that draped over her legs. Oh, he loved the feel of anything silky and smooth. Rag-tag man with the desires of a king. He wanted his room service, and he wanted it now.