[ He laughs again, his eyebrows lifting so that his whole expression is as innocent as he can make it ... which is probably not very much. ] How is that any different than me abusing your footlocker? [ He doesn't really get how no one ever suspects Dick of bending the rules a little. Maybe they just get so confused by his comely face and dignity. But Nix knows him a little better than that. Dick wants to do the right thing, certainly, but he's not above being a sarcastic little shit who blurs the guidelines a little.

He gets bumped and it does it's trick, his bad thoughts ushered away like bats from a light. ]

No running. We're going out. I'll buy you dinner, how's about it?