[Once she approached, Edgar leaned in closer, that incongruent smile still evident on his face, then whispered--]
I'm not really a thief.
[A silent pause as he stopped to inhale as Faris got near him. Just like last they met, the Captain had an...interesting scent about 'him', one that Edgar couldn't help noticing even if he didn't try.]
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I'm not really a thief.
[A silent pause as he stopped to inhale as Faris got near him. Just like last they met, the Captain had an...interesting scent about 'him', one that Edgar couldn't help noticing even if he didn't try.]
I'm the King of Figaro.