She looked up from admiring the jacket, still sort of shifting around in order to listen to the swish-swish noise of the fabric, and smirked in return. "Did I mention that I'm a thief?" She looked happy, playfully smug, because her plan completely worked. It washed away the worries that she had, about that anyway. And it didn't itch or hurt -- no fire ants in this jacket, thanks.
But then she pursed her lips, screwing her mouth to one side. Fingers sought out the edges of the sleeves, curling inward. Since it was bigger, her hands got a little lost within the cuffs, which she actually liked. At first, she was going to check to make sure that he was okay with it, but that little fact had her much more confident. Don't know if you'll get this back. It was a shared joke, so it was a shared thought. Her mouth remained where it was, but this time eyebrows were lifted in question of just what he was going to do about it.