[David's gaze flicks toward the shopkeeper then back to Gladion. His hands go into his pockets, where there's a slight rustling sound of the things he'd stolen. Better not hang around.]

And you sound like a whiny ten year old who's trying to act tough.

[He retorts, smirks and shrugs as he heads for the door. He wouldn't be surprised if he was followed. As long as the shopkeeper stays where they were.]