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I'm bored. Let's do something. Anything. I can go anywhere, find anything.

Why am I sitting around here?

So eager.

You know, I've always appreciated that about you. Never a moment spent idle. Such a difficult quality to find in people, these days.

Most people are willing to wallow in what they have and don't realize what they're missing.

Precisely! So many wasted opportunities.

But you. Well. You're as opportunistic as they come.

That's pretty much the truth. Why not live your life at what you're best at? Not only is it entertaining but profitable.

Why not indeed.

Save of course the occasional mishap that comes with your particular gift.

Yes. Right. Of course we couldn't go without mentioning that, could we?

Of course, you're the one that says all certain vices and hobbies do come with a price, don't you?

Even men with nothing to lose have something they hold dear. I don't make the rules, dearie.

Well. Except when I do.

[ There's a thin giggle, almost to himself. ]

If the chance is worth the risk, why let the what ifs and coulds hold you back? Too many are afraid of living. Why they hire men like me to do it for them.

Present company excluded, of course.

[ Sassy as ever, aren't we. Few have brass enough to insinuate Rumple's a coward to his face...well, and live. ]

Is that what you seek, then?

[ His hands gesture in a flourish. ]

The thrill of a life on the edge, beholden to none but yourself?

[It was the knowledge that he was needed that let him speak as he wanted, taking chances because he knew he was a needed commodity.]

It does add vitality to life. Everyone else does what they must. I do what I will. If you’re not finding a thrill, what’s the point?

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