The cat would look down to the pair of wire cutters that had been offered to him, and took them appreciatively from his hand. He'd let the clamp's lock drop, to open it up so he can take a look at the blade to see exactly how sharp or abused it was. Once he was satisfied with the blade's sharpness, he'd close them back up and slide them into his lock picks pouch.
“Right then... I am going to find another pouch...” the cat would comment aloud to himself. He didn't have any other bags with him kept for the few pouches that were attached to the belt under his sash. And with a new addition of tools to his slowly growing collection, his own OCD for organization was beginning to kick in at full drive. His eyes then gazed over the other selections of armor that had been offered.
He didn't take much time to browse through the wares, but he did seem to know the base of what he was looking for. His hands carefully lifting each one in display, to test it's weight, and give. And eventually, he found something that he had found to be of better taste to him. Once he picked it up, and noticed the weight. His eyes finally settled down to see what made it different. It was just a leather vest. A natural stone gray, but with a bit more black hue to it. But much darker than the clothing the feline currently wore. It lacked the sleeves of the other armors, and had a small handful of belt loops that looped securely across several easily accessed but out of the way locations. This was only noticed to by the arm length soft leather gloves that had been strapped onto the side of it. Possibly the remaining portion of the sleeves? Either way, the gloves wouldn't be to useful to the thief without some modification for his fingers. The cat gave it a very contemplative look before finally taking it off the rack with one final word and a childish smile. “Pockets. Oh yes, pockets pockets, and many more pockets.” Of course it was unconsciously said aloud, but he wasn't to far off of his list of priorities in equipment. For what he does, pockets are always necessary. More so than an actual weapon to a thief.
Leo then slipped the vest into his arms. Then the lock smiths tool-set and new grapple-hook and line on top. Without much of a comment, the thief made his way out the door. Though he made sure that as he he moved out, he was being watched so he wouldn't be suspected of stealing.
Once the feline reached Korius, he'd place his new equipment on the ground, and slowly slid into his vest. “A four hundred year old castle,” He'd ask with an excited tone. But that quickly went away after hearing that it had failed in only a short amount of time. His face that was once a beaming smile, now held a frown. “Twenty years? Was... that the time it took to build the thing? Because from the sounds of it... there isn't much of anything else of interest that could be left if it was ransacked by a dragon. Now if there were traps... then I'd probably be a lot more happier about this than I am right now..”
He'd then crouch down and pick up his new set of lock smith tools, and strap them to his belt. The new grapple hook, was left now slung over his neck, and under his arm.