The minotaur regarded the scene impassively, though he wasn't paying attention to the proceedings that much - he was still wondering how the statement 'press charges' related to anything at all. The 'charge' was evidently the accusation of crime, but how did one 'press' it onto anyone? It seemed his grasp of the human language was still lacking. His understanding of body language, though, was as good as it had ever been.

Mougin stared at the teenage beastman, quietly observing him. It was strange, seeing them in such a state - he had no intention of pressing the charge, so to speak. And yet, they seemed to be quite frightened of the prospect. If they thought it through, was there anything the minotaur could say they did that he could prove? Perhaps he could prove that the girl had cut his bag, but he had prevented her from going further. Did that warrant such a fearful reaction? Was the Law truly so frightening?

He turned away. He had no intention of leveraging the law today, and thus had no particular reason to stay. As he bent down to pick up his food sack (he had already finished his food, so he supposed it was just a sack now), he spied a knife on the ground. The very same one that had been used to carve his bag, perhaps. He picked it up out of curiosity and examined it closely. He had seen knives before, of course, but he had never seen such a design. It was able to fold down inside itself, hiding the blade in a non-lethal casing. Sheathing its claws like a cat. It was intriguing. But it wasn't his possession.

Mougin turned back.
[color=007236][b]"Your blade."[/b][/color]
He pressed the switchblade into the youth's hand, leaning down a little as he did. He spoke quietly, just loud enough to not be heard by outsiders.
[color=007236][b]"Your skills as a lure are adequate,"[/b][/color] He whispered in his rumbling voice, [color=007236][b]"But your friend requires more finesse."[/b][/color]
He did not stay to see their reacton, turning and walking away. His presence parted the crowd as he left the scene.