[It's not his first time coming home to a thief, that much is certain.

Though if this was the past, Therion would be dead, instantly shot through the forehead by one of the guns on his person. But - this isn't the past, and he is a mere professor here, so he just chuckles at the comment.]

Pocket change and some knives, hm? Ah well - feel free to keep it. I can merely get more, after all.

[....What?]

Though - you're quite the adept hand at this sort of work, hmm?