The sudden playfulness of his associate left Philip with a rather confused smirk. He had not expected such a sudden change of heart from the woman who had coldly ignored him the night before, and yet here she was, teasing and playing with the man as if he were a child in her eyes. He found the change of pace to be a pleasant one, if only because it made flirting easier and, in honesty, anything that made the woman a more mysterious puzzle was something that instantly appealed to the master thief. He felt her 'brush' against him and only smiled. Her hands were not idle: nor were his though.
Sitting opposite the woman who had captivated his interest, he listened to the woman's small threat: a broad grin having formed on his lips. Whilst she adjusted her newly acquired locket: Philip held something rather surprising in his hands: a hair ornament, more specifically hers. His Cheshire cat expression made him seem more like a Trickster figure than a hero, like so many of the League's assets. The distance he had from them was obvious.
"My dear, If ever I've taken something of yours, you have but to ask for its return: and it's yours. As for your threat, I don't mind the first and third clauses at all...’love'." The irony in his voice was a playful jab: he was testing the new found joviality of Jasmine: Testing to see if this was some plot or ploy. He offered the woman her hair ornament back to her.
"It's also probably fair to say I could steal your garter belt without you noticing. Generally I'd prefer it if you have a recollection of the act though, I do admit."
Philip chuckled lightly as he thought to the joy he was going to get from this journey. What a thrill this was already turning out to be.
The carriage would end, despite the condition of it's passengers, at London's main Train Station. The place was bustling and full of people and sights that reminded Philip of his 'youth'. The way to get to Romania was pretty obvious, the pair would take a train to some port city: Dover or some ilk: then they'd need to ferry across the Channel. It would take a long time, and Philip relished the opportunity to clash wit and wills with Jasmine. As they strolled through the station, Philip was in his element, relieving hapless individuals of items they didn't think possible to lose. At one point, Philip even held a ring, topped with a dazzling emerald. Giving a wink to Jasmine, he handed it to her, letting her do what she will with his ill-gotten gains.
"So tell me, Jasmine. What makes you extraordinary? Apart from your ravishing appearance and a sharp wit, of course?"