"So, what you're saying is that I'm lucky Mom has a weakness for pretty guys," Zeke said easily, wandering around his father's room. No reason, really! Just, you know, checking out the territory!

...For, say, loose bills and anything interesting and small enough to fit into his pockets. Like, say, that. His hand blurred out, almost too fast to be seen and fractions of a second later, one of his jacket pockets was slightly heavier than the other.