[ Having been attuned to a diurnal sleep schedule for the past several months, he’s learned through his midnight wanderings which businesses in Aefenglom are open at night and which are not. So, when Jake exits a particular jewelry store that Stiles often passes in his daily circuit around the city, the teenager is instantly suspicious. He looks from the man – a slow, skeptical onceover – to the door that wasn’t locked, then back to the man. ]

Dude, you’re the kind of guy diamonds are cut on, [ he remarks bluntly, eyeing the musculature visible even through the overstuffed jacket, ] not the kind of guy who sells them.

[ A pause. ]

…I charge a referral fee, just a FYI.

[ Sorry, dad. Hanging out with Jonas has turned him even more into a petty criminal than he already was. ]