"And the stolen silverware has nothing to do with it, right?" But he grins and smooth as anything, lifts a clean butter knife off a nearby table. It meets the Phoenix Down and ID card and money in his pocket and he pats it from the outside.

"Hey. That was cool. Thanks." He might be every bad thing everyone's ever accused him of being -- he probably won't even argue the point -- but he knows how to be appreciative when it's due.

And now when he's back home, he's got something new to practice.

Metaphysics: gotta love it.