Tybalt leans against the wall behind him, feigning cooler than he has any right to. The effect is not, unfortunately, as Bond Casino Heist as he's setting up in his imagination. He nods, slowly considering much longer than he should." It'd be good. One more small time gig. Rob them blind before we hit the big leagues."

He doesn't necessarily have any intention on following through, either, but he still lets the corner of his mouth turn up, surveying the scene. Sort of carefully. He points out a problem with the tip of his pinkie, lacking a carrot, "Of course we'll have to turn the Jenga into a chessboard."