Sloan is already grinning when he sits down across the table from their thief. It's not a smug grin, or a good cop grin. It's more like your dad's grin in the split second between when he comes up with a terrible joke and when he can deliver it.

"Honey, you've been buzzing through my head all day." He's too pleased with himself, even if he just blew his shot with this perp. "So, who's your boss, Hiro? Give us the deets and we might be able to help you out."