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Uh. Could you not spin the historical artifact that has been left in my care?

[If I ignore the flirting he'll stop, right? That always works, totally.

...Well, it's worth a shot.

He smiles, too, hoping that it will distract the intruder from the way he's edging closer.]

[He starts casually tossing the priceless knife from hand to hand, watching Crowley but not tensing in the least.]

Are you nervous?

Why would I be nervous? That's only my job you're tossing around like a hacky sack.

[he really doesn't sound nervous, but he keeps drawing closer, slow and steady.]

Oh I'm being perfectly delicate with it. You should be sure to be just as careful.

Catch~

[He tosses said priceless artifact at Crowley, darting to the side but not to escape, trying to grab the baton from him him and sweep him to the floor with a legsweep.]

[Crowley has been quite sedate and slow-moving about all of this, so it's probably a surprise when he explodes into rapid movement. He catches the knife easily and darts to the side himself, aiming to maintain the distance between himself and Felid. And he's fast, fast enough that while he loses the baton anyway, he manages to jump over the leg sweep and back the hell up.]

Friendly, aren't you?

Well! I like making friends! Don't you?

[He twirls the baton like he was twirling the knife, re-evaluating.]

You're very fast. Special forces?

You're an odd thief, throwing the thing you were trying to steal at me. Must not be that invested, huh?

[HE'LL JUST KEEP REFUSING TO ANSWER QUESTIONS AND MAYBE THIS GUY WILL GET THE MESSAGE EVENTUALLY.

unzipping his jacket to carefully place the knife in an inside pocket, eyes fixed on the intruder.]

Edited 2016-02-08 14:18 (UTC)

Oh I think you've just made it much more interesting to steal.

[He circles carefully, looking for an opening, or maybe just raking his eyes over Crowley to enjoy the view.]

[z. zips his jacket back up. he turns so he's always facing Felid, not willing to back down but not willing to make a move either.]

You're really forward... It's putting me in kind of an awkward position, you know?

Oh this is hardly an awkward position yet, trust me. I'm thinking of some very awkward ones.

Can you really afford to fantasize right now? For all you know, I called for backup before engaging.

Are you worried about me? ♥

Wow, that almost made you seem like the sort to believe the best in people.

What, do I strike you as jaded?

You're a thief. Not run-of-the-mill, sure, but people don't steal when they have trust in the way things usually work. Or trust in people.

Are you saying you're different?

I like people plenty~!

[He's now between Crowley and the exit and he stops circling, starting to approach instead.]

What about you? How much trust do you have in people?

If there's a normal amount, I'd say I have that.

[Uh, no. Backing up, taking care not to get driven into a corner. He knows the layout of the room well.]

Like and trust aren't the same, though, so you didn't even really answer.

[Felid is a prepared thief, he memorized the layout on paper and by visiting the museum, he is trying to corner Crowley, as much as he can.]

Haha, I like you. Won't you consider that drink?

That sounds like a really underwhelming way to lose my job and also get arrested, I must say. You aren't that fun.

[he starts angling the way he's backing up, aiming to lead them in circles around the display rather than getting caught out.]

What a cruel thing to say. I'm an amazing conversationalist.

[He pauses, stops following, considering how to get around this merry-go-round problem.]

[Oh well, he smashes the display with his stolen baton and vaults lightly over it, graceful as an acrobat.]

[He had already thought the thief might jump the display, but he wasn't expecting him to break it, and the resounding crash and pieces flying catch him off guard.

His serenity melts, and in its place is left an alarmed veteran, a thing of war hovering on the edge of fight and flight. He doesn't stay there long, either, launching himself at Felid with all that speed from before, aiming to tackle him to the ground.]

[He's light on his feet, masterful at martial arts, but he wants to be caught. Which is good, he isn't sure he could dodge that tackle, it's so fast. But that's fine, he's braced for the rather forceful impact with the ground, at least.]

Ah--

[Crowley wastes no time in straddling Felid, methodically moving to pin him, breathless and stony-faced.]

[Oh that's attractive. He'll allow it just for the view. He really should be tussling, trying to get that knife back, but what an effectively distracting security they've arranged here.]

Remarkable restraint. I imagine I could be dead if you weren't so controlled.

[Crowley pauses once he has Felid secure to his satisfaction, taking a moment to breathe, let the light back into his eyes. This man is a nuisance, not an enemy, and he's not in any real danger. He has no one to protect, here, just an object.]

You don't come across as that frail. Should I worry about breaking any bones?

[llllet's play that episode off.]