"Sticky fingers?" He laughs, almost giggles, because it strikes him as hilarious how that phrase applies metaphorically to theft and literally since he's been eating cheesecake.

"I don't know. I thought I covered my tracks well enough. But hunters have a way of defying expectations sometimes." He points at the dessert. "Still some left!"

Sugar, cherries, and drugs, yum! In point of fact, Balthazar has been mistaken for a pagan deity by a painfully inexperienced witch, and the cherry topping is spiked with amaranth and moly and a choice spell or two. A subtle flavor, but enough kick to knock him flat on his back.