"Mister. Hold on for a moment!" Gin calls out, actually making the man pause his actions.
"I'm just a petty thief. When I saw your expensive clothes, I thought you were rich, so I tailed you, trying to get an opportunity to pick your pockets." He explains himself.
"Oh?"
Gin then sees that the man is taken aback.
'Did it work?' Hope rises in his heart.
"Y-yes! I thought you were an easy target, but it turns out, you're a powerful superioris." Gin imitates a cat's body language of submission.
"So, even though I did no harm, I'm sorry! If you let me go just this once? I promise I'll get my shit together! I'll live a better life!" He pleads.
*clap* *clap* *clap* Suddenly the tall man starts clapping, puzzling Gin. "Ah… Ain't that nice?" He asks.
Gin knows that the question is rhetorical and he gets nervous.
"Too bad, I don't care."