[Jim just rolled his eyes, still scowling deeply, his mood bordering on a very dangerous black peak. People were weak, especially children. It would be so easy to reach back down and snap a fragile neck, or to bury the sharp point of the switchblade in his pocket into an eye. The boy wore glasses already, surely he didn't need both eyes.]

I wouldn't count on that. I've taken plenty of things from his home before, many of which he's never bothered to come collect. Why should you be so special?