[ The water goes down a hell of a lot easier than his compliment, but it's a solid start. Who knows—maybe with enough practice, he'll be come a true Casanova. Doesn't that sound nice? ]

You're saying my wit is better suited for larceny, then?

[ A rhetorical question. Almost a joke. Barring some sort of Robin Hood scenario, he knows just as well as she does that she's not cut out for that life. For a multitude of reasons, actually, but morals seem to be the most obvious.

The canteen's drained in seconds flat (sorry), followed by a satisfied 'ah' and her holding it out for him to take back. ]

I wouldn't say it's boredom. It's more of a preference. An inclination?

[ Just as hunters hunt and takers take, insurance ladies...run around the desert in pursuit of powerful, dubious men. Apparently.

Meryl's casting a sideways glance. ]

Ugh. Is this just your long-winded way of saying you'd rather not have my—our—company?