You walk with her, and she leads you through the lobby to the dining hall, while blabbering about the guests and how great it is her father is something something. You don't really listen, since you focus on seeking hiding places and entry routes to the building. There are draperies, curtains, showcases, chandeliers, random ropes, everything a burglar might dream of. There's no sign of security either.
You're led through the hall to the kitchen, and through the back door to the garden. You notice how old the lock in the back door is, and how easy the model is to pick. She leads you to and through the hedge maze. You're absolutely lost. You drop a line about her eyes and the maze. She smiles, and stops blabbering. You think, for a moment you have her, but then she opens her mouth.
"We're here."
You stand in front of a statue of an old, bald man with a goatee.
"Ah, no prying eyes. Sounds good to me." You try to keep your cool, but stutter slightly. You have a bad feeling about this.
"Exactly. Now, to the business. You're the Cat, are you not."
It's not even a question. You still do your best to act surprised. "What? No, obviously not. Why would a man like me want to..."
"For the thrill of it, no? I've been following your business since I met you. From the very first time we met I've noticed your attention focusing on things no other man of your status would even notice. Locks, shady portculli, dangly ropes, lockless windows... things like that. Your hands also, they're a pair of a working man, or a climber. It's obvious.
Now, I've been following you ever since we met, the Cat steals this and that from the count or the emir or the CEO or whoever. And nobody knows it's you. You're brilliant! Take me with you! I'm tired of these aristocrats and lackeys and yes-men following me and father's every move! Teach me what you know!
Oh, and of course, I'll turn you in if you refuse. Now, what do you say?"