"Well I don't know about a wallet..." Charles reached into his back pocket and pulled out his house keys which was all that he had tucked away in the depths of his back pocket. Dropping the keys into the strange pickpockets hands it would give him something to do with his fingers, "...it's either that or pocket lint...though I'm not sure how far lint will get you."

Charles was pretty sure that wasn't the point, the point was being able to get it without Charles knowing, the game, though he was rather sorry it didn't turn out that way.