Tristan was appalled by the man's action, and it showed on his face. He really hoped that a constable would come back this instance and see, but there was no one there. He looked around again even though that did absolutely nothing. Then he sighed. He didn't want to waste the rest of his afternoon on this twit. He would probably pickpocket someone else if he let him go, but then, it wasn't really Tristan's responsibility, was it?