"I'm sorry, I must have been mistaken," Chay says and takes his hand off of the shoulder, turning it to his side before spinning on heel and pressing his hand down on the pommel of his dagger. "Oi, I've been finding it rather a pattern for me to be found by you more than I can find you on my own." He glances to Cersei and then finishes turning, standing to look at the pick-pocket who attempted to take his dagger. "Anything else you've taken?"