Trev Scabior sold his scruples for a galleon. (opportunist) wrote in wished,
"Part of it, yeah," he nodded, letting the chain slip through his fingers as she took it from him. "Snatched some paranoid mudblood and found that in 'is things. I recalibrated the sneakoscope so it works for whoever is 'olding it instead of alerting everyone to general untrustworthiness. Which I thought was a right useless feature. And annoying too."
He watched her examine the watch, "I was grassed up," he said, knowing she would connect the statement with his abrupt departure earlier. "This guy had bought a family tree but someone sold us out to him. He knew." Trev chose to work with very few people but the few he did work with he relied on to at least put their own well-being over selling out him.
As he spoke he pulled out a second watch, identical to the first and held it up for her to see. "Bloke was working on these when I got there." He pushed himself off the couch and walked to the other side of the room to demonstrate his favourite part. "And they get better," he whispered, holding the open watch in front of his face.