The sun is up, and all that money out there won’t steal itself. - Scott Lynch

“We met five years ago.“ Jean scratched his beard. “On a sea voyage. We became business partners out of sheer boredom. Since then we‘ve been inseparable.“
“Except that my plan calls for me to be plotting your death.“
“Yes, but I don‘t know that, do I? Boon companion! I suspect nothing.“
“Chump! I can hardly wait to see you get yours!“

“That’s a sweet piece,“ said Jean, briefly forgetting to be aggravated. “You didn’t snatch that off a street.“
“No,“ said Locke, before taking another deep draught of the warm water in the decanter. “I got it from the neck of the governor’s mistress.“
“You can’t be serious.“
“In the governor’s manor.“
“Of all the—“
“In the governor’s bed.“
“Damned lunatic!“
“With the governor sleeping next to her...It is possible,“ said Locke with a sheepish grin, “that I have been slightly too bold.“

You rule the Bondsmagi, said Locke, incredulously.
Rule is too strong a term. We do occasionally manage to avert total chaos.