[Complete] Call the Locksmith?

Colt glanced back to the Tithe house, maintaining the idea that the target itself was the one thing that had him agitated. It was part of it, but the way the two lassies had swept in attempting to integrate themselves was also a factor. The looks, the huffs about his doubts he let wash over, uncaring of how it made him look in their eyes. He wasn’t about to stick his neck out for these fucks and their ludicrous idea of a plan.

His jaw clenched as the boss moved towards them, strictly for berating the thief for having valid concerns. Warning flashed in Colt’s eyes. The happy-go-lucky charm of his eyes turned dark in an instant a threat came at him or his. Even his voice changed, no longer aloof and cheeky, the tone held a quiet rumble of warning.[color=#c10300] “Try it and you’ll have half of Kirkwall on your he-”[/color] but the mage intervened, cutting him off.

His eyes watching her imitate his tools with her fancy tricks. Scoffing a laugh, Colt used it to break more of the tension. [color=#c10300]“Be my guest,”[/color] he grinned, tongue caught between his teeth. [color=#c10300]“But lemme say, ‘I told ya so,’ now, and you can think on that when you find yourself fucked and nowhere to go.” [/color]

Colt was ready for him to throw hands, his nimble, yet lanky limbs ready to swerve and parry a reckless jab if thrown. Even Stella chiming in didn’t have that carefree grin of his return. [color=#c10300]“Positive, wee lass. You give the city guard my best when you see ‘em though.” [/color]