"Says the thief," dryly stated, still shaking a bit of static out of his fur. That was going to be interesting to deal with, the borrowed magic hanging in his system for a while; just a few hours at most. "Can't think of a bigger asshole move than touching shit that isn't yours," just giving Reaper shit without anything behind the words.

All seemed quiet enough, dark and imposing as the path was getting the closer the got. Made it easier to see the lights at least. Soon enough.

Still scruffed claws through his beard, trying to get rid of some of the static there. All out of sorts and he half wondered if it was because of the transformation. Deal with it once all of this was done and just keep an eye on things of the town.