A Selene and Brynjolf snippet. They're thieves, they steal things.
Setting: Windhelm, Candlehearth Hall
"So?"
"Very fetching lass… who'd you steal it from?"
"Why I never!" She turned back towards the mirror, running her hands over the silk bodice. "I'm surprised it fits even a little."
Brynjolf sighed and sat in a nearby chair. "I thought we were leaving this morning."
"I got busy."
"With stealing clothes?"
"Very expensive clothes."
"I can see that." He watched her turn to inspect the back again. "But you aren't going to sell them, are you lass? You're fawning."
"Don't be so dramatic." She picked an invisible hair from the skirt. "I'll sell most of them… to our no new fence, no less. I'm keeping this one though. I just need to tailor it a little and it will be perfect."
Brynjolf stood from his chair and walked up behind Selene. "No, you know what would have been perfect?"
"Leaving today?" She looked over her shoulder. "I have to pay you back for dragging me here somehow."
"Aye. But we'll leave tomorrow, after you sell those bloody dresses." He hooked a finger in the back laces and tugged. She really did look… fetching. "Now, go to bed, lass."
"Aye-aye, oh captain my captain." He makes a face in the mirror and she snorts with laughter before walking away to pack up her new-used clothes.