"You really are a needy boy." That much was for sure. Needy and demanding, but Hobi wasn't really complaining. He pulled his hand back, but left Ten exposed. It was a pretty sight, he saw no reason to hide anything. Finally he moved the hand he'd been holding before the boy's eyes too, frowning as he looked at him now. He was thinking. "I have to go to a bank now. You'll wait for me here."

They hadn't arrived just yet, but he recognised the street. "I'll think about what I want to do with you. You can think about that too."