William eyed her fingers with some consternation, attempting to find a way to lean away from them without falling backwards off the chair or disengaging from the conversation.

He also reflexively patted his pockets, although he didn't carry much beyond pens and the voice recorder. Which he supposed was part of her point.

"I took several books from my brother when I was a child," he said, "although I don't know that it counts."

But mentioning it meant that he could avoid mentioning the time he'd taken several thousand dollars worth of gems from a man trying to kill him.

That had been his father's money, though, so he didn't particularly feel that it counted.