Schuldig received both orders and restrictions with a shrug of the shoulders and a non-committal grunt. The Oracle (all-seeing, oh hail and obey) would know if their act ignored the script, whatever he agreed to now.
Fingers trailing over dull paint and long legs striding slowly, he ends his lazy stroll before the only interior door with exterior style locks. "Keep your valuables safe behind a Mortise Deadbolt Lock!"
He laughs, quiets himself, and his hands frame his face, pressed to the door, listening to Farfarello listen to him from the other side; Clever boy.
"Farfarello, we have a target."