[ Minding his own business as it were, Bilbo falters in step when the other's attention is suddenly on him again. It's not as though Thorin makes him nervous – ha, all right, perhaps a little – and he's quite gotten over his need to stay out of Thorin's way whenever possible, but when one opens a door, one is meant to go through it, not stand about looking. The pause is short however and when he starts again, it's with a marginally quicker step until he's just within arm's length. ]
And I shall! [ Indignant, the words are spoken a touch more huffy than what's proper. Honestly, to even think he needs reminding. He's been contracted to burglar one thing and one thing alone; he shall not be adding other thievery to his conscious aside from a certain ring in his pocket, ahem.
With that, he holds Thorin's gaze a moment longer and then, well, he looks to the room, leaning, slightly, with the motion for a better view. A shuffle closer. Gaze back to Thorin, curious and questioning. Back to the room, once more, and finally, he settles on Thorin and stays, look expectant and brows raised. Well? ]
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And I shall! [ Indignant, the words are spoken a touch more huffy than what's proper. Honestly, to even think he needs reminding. He's been contracted to burglar one thing and one thing alone; he shall not be adding other thievery to his conscious
aside from a certain ring in his pocket, ahem.With that, he holds Thorin's gaze a moment longer and then, well, he looks to the room, leaning, slightly, with the motion for a better view. A shuffle closer. Gaze back to Thorin, curious and questioning. Back to the room, once more, and finally, he settles on Thorin and stays, look expectant and brows raised. Well? ]