I guess you could call me a smooth criminal, if your definition consists of a slipshod ball of nerves who just so happens to find nirvana sliding their fingertips into your pocket.
I've not managed to steal a thing, and y'know exactly how hard it is to pull off the greatest heist when my knuckles shake hard enough to throw California straight into the ocean.
Shut up.
So what if your hand happens to be right next to mine?! Don't mean a thing, of course not, and stop makin' so many assumptions, you're always puttin' words in my mouth, 'specially when I'm next to ya.
S'fine, I've already finished anyway! Objective accomplished, reward obtained. Hope ya don't mind that my hands are little sweaty...