He had noticed the cold night air on his hand the moment she had managed to swipe the glove. She had deft hands, he'd give her that much. [i]'Probably feline strain.'[/i] Swiping the thrown glove out of the air, Jean placed it in a pocket before removing the other and doing the same. Dropping the matter of her essentially pick pocketing him in favor of answering her question, he took up a spot on the wall opposite to her. He began with a shrug before saying, [b]"Some jobs are better done at night. Mine is one of them."[/b]

Jean guessed she was trying to get a rise or reaction from him, though for what reason he didn't know. She seemed tricky enough that she could have been one of the boss'... and actually that wasn't too far out there. If she was though, it'd be best for him to stumpy act as if he suspected nothing. All that raced through his mind, and he was speaking again before the silence turned strange. [b]"Cute, kid, cute,"[/b] he muttered in a dry tone as he raised an eyebrow at her stuck-out tongue. 

[b]"In your own words, I could ask the same. A young girl out and alone after dark is much more unusual than someone like myself."[/b] Noticing that the chill seemed to be getting to her though, Jean moved away from the wall and started to walk out of the alley. [b]"But I was planning to grab something to eat, if you really must know."[/b] It wasn't the most inviting gesture, but he paused at the alley's entrance.