"...Thanks." Truly one of his finer works, he agreed. With that, he also started to eat, because he didn't want to die from starvation. Is this what 'father-son bonding time' is?

James ate his porridge without further comments, clearing the edges of his bowl with his spoon so as not to waste anything. Then he turned back Anthony. Now that he had a full stomach, it was time for some professional talk. "So, how long have you been in the business?"

Anthony looked at his bowl, eating from it in silence, raising his gaze to look at James as the latter spoke. "For......" he thought for a moment. "about twenty years? A long time. Since I was a kid." He hasn't really ever cared about just how long he's been doing what he does, all he knows is that he's done this since he was a wee lad.

That was a long time... "I wanna be like you when I grow up." James said. Did he really know anything about Anthony? Nope.

And he almost had a heart attack again from that. "....That's nice, James." That probably wasn't a smart thought on the kid's part, but it was fine. And—oh fuck he was smiling now.

"When are we getting to work?" the boy asked, looking up at 'his new dad' expectantly.

Anthony considered whether or not he should potentially endanger this child, and came to the conclusion that if a child wants to be in danger then it's okay. "Soon enough," he shrugged, and then gestured with one of his hands.

"I can distract people, while you steal from them." James offered. He felt like a good person for being so helpful.

"What an innovative idea," Anthony said. Though it seemed like one that could work. Maybe. He was unsure about how acceptable it is to steal from people with your kid, but it seemed like a nice way for them to bond with eachother so it's fine.

"In-no-vative..." James said slowly and he frowned. Was that a compliment on an insult. He looked at Anthony. "Is it good?"