Carlos smiled at him again. “Well, I have a specially enchanted lock on my suitcase, and my wallet was crafted by an old Native American witch with an enchantment that allows it to bite the hand of anybody who is not its owner,” he started to explain. “Granted, it was a bit of a bitch to get that thing used to me, but once it was it works like a charm.” He looked out the windshield ahead of them. “But… all in all… I don’t think you’re a bad guy. I guess I sorta find you trustworthy. Maybe because Ham looked like a sweetheart, despite my allergy to him.”
“That’s fuckin’ hilarious, have you ever seen someone get bit by that thing?” He laughed, glancing over briefly. “Of course it’s the dog that won ya over, he wins everyone over. I appreciate you sayin’ all that, can’t say I find myself all that great a person, but I do my best, y’know? I promise I won’t steal anything from you anyway, ain’t exactly my style and I’d hate to sour your opinion of our lovely country by fuckin’ you over, heh.”
Carlos laughed. “Yeah, because the image of your country rests solely on your shoulders!” he countered. “Man, if I was that petty then that sandwich shop I would have done in my opinion. As for my wallet… unfortunately, I’ve been the only one bitten so far. And my brother too, when I forgot that it actually bit people and asked him to grab my driver’s license for me once. But actual pick-pockets, no. I guess it’s usually too far down in my pocket for any no-maj to reach. They don’t expect expanded pockets, after all…”
The Perfect Scientist 