She was mocking him. Lucius smiled tightly and took a step forward, loosing his wand in his sleeve. Who the devil did she think she was? He didn't even know her name; what standing did she have to go smirking in alleys and picking up respectable people's possessions? "I don't know what sort of rules you were raised with," he began, his tone deceptively polite. "But I have always been taught that thieving's a little beyond the pale. Proper wizards don't fight over things in the street like dogs. What do you say? I'm sure you've simply made a mistake." Fighting might have been out of the question, but a little unilateral cursing was nothing to turn one's nose up at, especially when someone sorely deserved it.