"I'm in 'antiquities acquisitions' if you want to be euphemistic, but I think the term 'gentleman thief' has a more romantic ring to it, yeah?"

Flynn gives a sharp tug on the pants of his current subject, and whomever or whatever was wearing them begins to ooze out. Flynn staggers back, holding back the bile in his throat.

"Jesus, this one's all juicy. Anyway yeah, short story on the pants is that I need new ones."

He takes a moment to lean against a wall and not vomit.