"Oh yes, he shall be thoroughly corrected for his misbehavior, you have my word." Roman smirked as he waved to the now retreating baker.
It would have been easy to sell the man out, and maybe Roman should have, but what fun or benefit would it have been? Absolutely none at all. The handsome, if dirty and underfed, man would have likely been hauled off by guards to pay for his petty theft in a way that didn't really do anyone any good.
No, he liked this way better. The baker got his money's worth from the pie - and then some - and Roman had just put the troublesome man in his debt. Even if only a little bit.
"Sell you out? Now why would I do a thing like that, darling?" His voice was almost a low purr as he swept his eyes up and down Danya approvingly. Yes, the man could do well for himself, with the right connections, of course.
His nose crinkled a bit. And with some proper grooming.
"We're both a bit of a mess, aren't we? Well there's baths to be had at my lodgings in the city. I'm afraid you're a bit taller, so I doubt my clothes would suit you well, but I'm sure we can come up with something. If you're hungry enough to steal food, I suppose I'll have to feed you as well." Roman seemed to remember himself for a moment and chuckled softly. "Forgive me, here I am going on and on. I am Roman Moretti, it is a pleasure to meet you, darling. Will you join me for a while? I promise to make it worth your time."