The door opened.  He could see someone asleep in the bed, the covers moving rhythmically up and down as they breathed.

He crept quietly across the room to the opposite wall, lifting down the oil painting depicting a pair of lovers. As he punched each number into the safe keypad a little whirring sound was emitted, then a louder clunk as the door swung opened.  The person in the bed stirred.  His gloved fingers gently lifted out the small bejewelled egg. Carefully he shut the safe, re-hung the picture.  A murmur from the bed “who’s there?”  Bending over, he stole a kiss, before leaving.