He didn't think she was being serious, wanting to hear a story and all.
"Heh." he gave a shrug, smiling at the bottle as he looked at it, then to her.
"Favorite thing I ever stole?" he reclined back, looking at the remnants of the tree line over head, his eyes drifting as far away as the passing clouds. He raised a had up, eyes tracing over the rings upon his fingers before he closed his hands into a fist.
Turning to her, he smirked.
"I've stolen all sorts of fancy things," he informed. "Fancy rings, relics, money.." he shrugged, thinking about all of the glorious tales he could spin, but somehow, none came to mind- they all seemed suddenly grey, rather than vibrant and full of colors. He looked at his rings again, smirking, then showed her his pinky finger.
"My favorite and least favorite," he said. The ring was bland, just a simple band of gold. It appeared a size too small fo rhis finger, but there it was. "Wedged on my hand now really," he said with a sigh, smirking at it before setting his hand down and looking over towards the sky.
"One of my more, well, famous tales the locals embellish. A ring for a woman from another man, I intercepted, there might have been a little fling along the way and then.." he stared over at the horizon, his eyes fixating upon a distant castle.
"Then she was gone."
He snickered, took some wine and layed on his back, the tail of his braid settling beside him as he looked up at the clouds again.
"Now the damn thing is stuck on my finger. I can't get the fucking thing off." he tried again, made a noise, but it remained, and he sighed, put his hand down and settled to cloud watching once more.
"Then there was the other rings but.." he observed them, smirking. "Some from kings, others from petty thieves, liars, cheats... " he smirked again. "Women." His eyes slid to her.
"What about you? You got any interesting stories?" he wasn't sure how much he really wanted to tell her. Most people made up their own stories about him-
maybe half were true.
The other half- embellished.
Sometimes, even just plain made up. Not that he didn't fancy all of the attention it gave him. He did like his fanfare when on duty- despite stealth being the most viable option for a thief...
"I couldn't telly ou how many times, when captured, I had gotten out of jail." he rubbed a hand across his mouth in thought. "Or how many more times there are to come." he added, with asmile.