"I'm going to assume that's a hypothetical question, since you know my type so well."

There was more than a little sarcasm there. He was shamelessly greedy, but taking things wasn't the point. Mind you he liked the champagne and caviar, but any drug dealer or white collar criminal could have that and deal with a lot less stress. What he loved was the adrenaline when he escaped the cops yet again. He loved the horror of victims who could fight back, but they never did because they had been trapped in a bubble of safety and civilization so long they'd forgotten what they were capable of. He loved the freedom of doing something just to prove that he could. That was worth more than anything he could ever steal.

The offer sounded nice, but it fell firmly in the 'too good to be true' category.

"No no no. 'I thrive on chaos and greed' is cartoon villain motivation. Now I like the direction this is going, but since you're not a cartoon villain--"

He paused and glanced over the absurd clothes and makeup.

"Since you're probably not a cartoon villain," he revised, "I'm going to need to know your real motive."