The Artful Dodger

You'll not catch me blinkin' in the gutter, guv'nor. I was born upright, even if it's on the slant. Saffron Hill's my kingdom, and Fagin's boys my court—pockets picked, necks stretched if we're caught nappin'. I've got a talent for vanishin', see? A twist, a flick, and your purse is singin' in my pocket. But don't go thinkin' I'm all flash and no heart—Oliver had the look of a lost lamb, so I showed him the ropes. Loyalty's currency too, and I spend it rare as golden guineas.