Damn. She was so close. But that will only be truth for another phrase of the song. Determined, the rogue definitely gets a little too close as she physically brushes past Felix during a turn, using the distraction of one shoulder dragging across the mage's back to keep him from noticing her hands grabbing hold of the fabric at his waist. It defeats the purpose of not being noticed at all as she uses her thieving skills, but a rogue will do what she has to do when she's running out of steam for dancing and thieving at the same time.

Amelia passes the bards a few extra coins to get them to play one more phrase of music to give her time to slip away from the crowded dance floor. They're beautiful gloves, far nicer than anything she's been willing to purchase for herself for some time, and have a hint of something... more to them. She moves closer to a nearby torch to examine them more closely, her head tilting curiously as she turns them over in her hands and then peers inside.

She's too warm to need gloves right now, but her curiosity pushes her to slip the gloves on anyway. Still tilting her head back and forth, she holds a hand out in front of her as she continues to examine them. The glint is so faint, just on the edge of her perception, and intriguing beyond most things that have caught her attention in the past few years. They make for an excellent distraction that will allow Felix to truly sneak up on the rogue as she stares at her hands, turning them over time and again in fascination.