He smiled as a playing card fell out. "Misdirection. Well you were so busy picking my pocket, I had my hand in yours. And thanks for giving my wallet back." he said, twirling his own wallet.
"I have a plan, that will not only get you rich, it'll get you out of the city, probably a country estate, me the girls, and it's all absolutely legal!"
"Well, like the metaphors, and calling cards, and stuff. Here's the thing. I'm moving out of simple cons. I'm becoming a master thief. And one of those gotta have a calling card."