He finally lets a small smile slip out. "Well, I gave you fair warning Foxy."
Starting at her waist, he pats her down thoroughly, checking the spots he knows she likes to keep tools and the smaller loot. He also lets his hands trail down her curves once the first pat-down is done, he'd argue that he was just checking to be sure. And that wasn't necessarily false either.
But he finds nothing. Nothing stolen to be more accurate. Still, nothing. Where had she hidden it?
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