Magnus had stolen down the alley rather swiftly and had a look around to assess his options. He always tried to keep an eye on where to make an easy exit, whether or not he would need them. Noting the fire escape he tucked the wallet in his pocket and gave a running jump to seize the lowest platform, proceeding to hoist himself up. He stay there, on the bottom of the fire escape and leaned against the stairs as he investigated the contents of the wallet.

Some cash, good, an ID, interesting. Apparently he had stolen from one Ferox Bellator. Magnus paused in thought, did he know that name? It sounded vaguely familiar, perhaps he had heard it in passing along his long travels across the country. He was quite a long way from home-just how he wanted it-but that also meant he didn't know anyone here. Maybe this Ferox was some wealthy merchant's son? The amount of cash seemed to suggest something of the like.

A voice, Magnus turned and looked down into the alley. The boy had actually noticed, and quick enough to follow him. With a grin Magnus leaned against the railing, gazing upon the one and only Ferox Bellator of the wallet. "Well aren't you a clever one" he chuckled lightly.

Oh, he could run. In fact it was probably wiser to do so, noted Magnus to himself as he caught sight of two body guards lurking near the entrance to the alley. He had planned his escape and everything yet... something drew him in. His honey coloured eyes looked Ferox over with almost a sexual hunger from his perch. Despite the unseemly eyepatch, Magnus decided that Ferox was quite a looker.

Gripping the railing, Magnus launched himself over it and landed back into the alley below. He brushed himself off and then moved casually forward with all the enticing grace of a cat, "Well then, Ferox-may I call you Ferox? It would seem you have caught me, fair and square" Magnus proclaimed and with a flourish he held out the wallet.