"Don't be an ass."
"I'm not. It's a game."
"It's almost sexist."
"Almost. Love the loopholes, diplomat."
His sister rolled her eyes, dropping the pendant she had been looking at at the little cart outside of Honeydukes. Caleb was leaning against the buildings, eyes squinting. Looking for his target.
"What can this actually accomplish?" she challenged, focusing on the little antiques before her on the cart.
Caleb shrugged. "Life is just a grand dance around boredom. Some philosopher said that."
"You said that," she reminded.
"You think I'm a philosopher. Really, Cam?"
Camila Flint snorted and rolled her eyes, sliding a coin across the cart and pocketing the ring she had picked up. Caleb was staring at her. "What?" she said.
"You wanna play?"
She rolled her eyes. "No."
He groaned. "Oh come on. I know you're bored too. All it is... it's giving someone an adventure for a day. Okay?"
"And what is your basis for selecting a victim?" she asked, unimpressed.
He glanced around and a smirk took over his face. She followed his gaze and scoffed. "What. A C-cup and legs as long as-"
"No. Someone who doesn't expect me. Just... look frazzled, okay?"
He knew he had gotten her with the bored argument. She sighed and turned away, placing her hands on the cart. She was going along with it.
He jumped into the foot traffic, taking on a slightly concerned look. He didn't let his eyes meet hers until he was yards away, and then he zoomed towards her, eyes large.
Her response was perfect.
"Hi, I'm sorry," he said, speaking quickly. "I know this is- this is really random. Okay? But I... my sister and I are having some trouble. We need some help. And it's a little dangerous. But. But we need help."