[Wow, it's almost as if Angel isn't suited for this sort of space. Not that Sly catches onto that, because nobody here is suited for being here.

But really, it's the trinkets and souvenirs that catch his eye well enough that almost mishears her.]

The what? [Oh, wait, she means-] Yeah, just Sly is fine. I hope you don't mind if I keep calling you Angel and not 'the professor's lackey.'

[He approaches a chair, but doesn't sit yet.] I have a sneaky suspicion I'm being called "The Ball" because somebody knows about one of my last capers.