[ on the other hand, that does make him laugh out loud. He should have known she wasn't the type of girl to be won over by some sweet words, but he finds himself liking her - they just came out on their own, really. The opportunity arose, and Lupin is nothing if not opportunistic. ]

I'm no seducer, miss. I'm merely a sincere thief, speaking his mind.

[ there's something paradoxical about "thief" and "sincere" being right next to each other in that sentence, but he makes nothing of it. A few more seconds pass in the car; there's a glint in his eye, and suddenly, he's pulled something new out from his cape. It resembles a harpoon gun, but much smaller, and the "arrow" sticking out of it has a hooked end of some kind. It doesn't stay visible for too long, though. He gets up from the seat, setting a foot against the headrest and nodding to her in the briefest of moments. ]

After all, our time together is short! So sorry for lying about dinner - but this Arsene Lupin truly wishes you a good night!

[ the device fires the moment they pass by a series of brick apartment buildings, and its use becomes immediately apparent: it's a grappling hook. And, in an instant, he's gone from the car, launching himself through the air and disappearing into the shadows of an alleyway. He appears briefly on the rooftop, but vanishes within seconds like an apparition.

(it wouldn't do to have her arrive at his destination with him - a phantom thief must maintain his secrecy - but thank you for the ride.) ]