Anthony was relatively content, knowing that he had gotten away with his crime. Or, well, he thought that he knew that. He heard the 'whack' sound from the slap and the shouting a moment before he could actually feel what happened. He instinctively raised a hand to his face as if to protect it, and winced at both the pain and the feeling of everyone's eyes on him. Now everyone here knew what he had done. Fucking hell. Fuck. Shit. "Fine!" He slowly moved his hand away from his face to take the candlestick he had hidden in his pocket.