And he's just going to slip through the more intoxicated participants, the light, the dark, the entire atmosphere conducive to weaving an indulgent net of pleasure and indulgence around those Serrure targeted. He went for those who would not notice a hand slipping into a pocket, the light brush of fingers, like gauze, slipping a ring, a watch. He was good, for someone his age, but he was careful.

He knew he ought to check in with the demon and ensure that he was not lifting things from any under it's protection, but then, he figured the early bird caught the gold plated worm. Or wallet as the case may be. This was platitude-ishly easy.

[ooc: Feel free to catch Serrure stealing from you or from someone else ^_~]