The Flemish deception

“The art to every theft is deception. You see, all the greatest thefts of time had  one thing in common. No one new something was stolen.”

The two men sat opposite each other. Paris was alive around them waiters performing their job as if it were an art, tourists absorbing the unique atmosphere and Parisians radiating their passionate perspective on life. The man across from him  was an excellent example, dressed with class, boasting an extravagant air, and above all he spoke with the signature ‘Non-chalance’ of a Frenchmen. In front of him he had a small espresso with a glass of sparkling water beside it. he lifted espresso of its plate treating it like a delicacy as the french could enjoy quality. "So what, do you want?" he watched without much surprise how the man
"What do I want?" the man chuckled. "you should know by now I want allot of things.” he looked straight into the man’s eyes as he took another sip the espresso, searching for an answer.
“well i guess, Davinci’s last super, Van Goch’s sunflowers, Rubens Venus, Rene Margritte’s The son of man, Michelangelo’s Discus thrower, and his last ever sketch, does make for quite a collection.” he looked at the content man across from him and watched him nod slowly at the mention of his collection. ”But of course, i forget your prize possession, Davinci’s Mona Lisa. The most legendary painting on earth.” he looked again at the man, searching for clues as to what this man wanted from him.” So tell me, why, a man with the worlds greatest treasures in his possession, comes to paris to meat with a theif.” tere was a pause as the man across from him drank the last of his water and slowly leaned back in his chair laying his arms on the wooden armrests. He adjusted his suit and then looked up, and as if it were the most obvious thing in the world said “I want more.”