[ (un)Fortunately, Lavi doesn't flinch or show the slightest concern that the issued sir was said with dripping derision. If anything, his smile gets a little wider, eye crinkling up with it just enough to make it look genuine.

"Duster" is right, of course. It really shouldn't be his business, Kate is just an informant--but it's the principle of the thing. It's creepy as hell to sneak into a girl's window and interpret the lack of traps as permission.

Which brings him to his next point: ]

Actually, Buster, I'm thinkin' that a guy who breaks into people's places probably has some warrants kickin' around for similar feats.

[ Not exactly a leap between breaking and entering and burglary, he figures, and practically no one who wears low hoods has good intentions. Popular cinema has taught him as much. ]

So it could just as well be my business if I want it to be. And right now? There's a creepy dude at my friend's place and she's not here, so yeah, I want it to be. Where is she?