Sort of a redux of old pic. But not very satisfied of the pic (also had the sketch for ages), but oh well

Heavan knows something not good is up as soon as he finds one of the first floor windows of the house has been forcibly opened. Carefully, he enters, nodding as he notices the security camera looking over the area.

Nothing seems disturbed on the first floor, but quickly, a muffled thump brings his attention upstairs. In the bedroom, sees a male figure bent over one of the drawers, pulling jewelry out and stuffing them in his pants pockets.

« What do we have here ?? » he barks.
The intruder freezes complelely ; a short, peculiar yelp escapes his mouth. He stands still, breathing heavily.
« ...Well ? » Heavan insists, calmly taking a step closer, examining the intruder. He's wearing a simple pair of cargo pants and a blue T shirt.
« ...You know what, I'm sorry. I surrender, please don't hurt me... » the guy whimpers in response, defeated. Heavan hasn't ordered him to turn around to face him, and it's obvious that he's okay with that.
« And what do you think should happen to you ? » Heavan asks in a softer, but firm tone.
The question makes the intruder jump ; evidently he knows the answer.
« PLEASE sir I beg you !! don't call the cops !! » he legit cries. Heavan has to repress a snicker. The sweet summer child really is lacking critical information.
« And why should I not call the cops on your ass, criminal scum ? »

He sobs in response ; spasms shake his body as he's trying to speak. Heavan patiently waits for him to give his arguments. « I beg you sir... it would destroy my life... I know I did this to myself, but... but I won't do it ever again ! I'm not really a criminal, you... you know it sir, as obviously you were able to catch me... that'll serve as a lesson to me. »
Heavan nods. Not bad. He must be some kind of college kid, possibly a law student ; he's almost positive that guy is just a confused daddy's boy. Maybe he got mixed up in bad crowds.

« So why are you doing this, your parents don't give you enough allowance money ? »
« Huh... but I'll be happy and grateful for what I got from now on, sir... » he utters.
Heavan smiles. This guy is so sheepish, it's cute. He sounds genuinely remorseful, even.
« I can see you're not a real criminal, that much is true. You're just a dumb kid looking for easy money, and who's got a lot of room to grow as a person. »
« Y... Yeah sir ! Hehe... nailed it... » the guy laughs nervously. Heavan cringes internally.
« Alright now, he says, I'm not going to call the cops... »
The guy immediately sighs, his shoulders collapsing as if a large chunk of lead was suddenly removed from inside his chest.
« Sir... thank you... »
« Don't thank me yet, junior... you're not running home just yet. Take off your pants. »
« W...What are you gonna do to me ?? »
« What are you imagining ? » Heavan laughs. « Sounds like you've already forgotten my property you've stuffed in your pants. I want it back, so take them off. Come on, don't make a fuss. »
« Ohh, hmm... right... » The guy mumbles, quick to obeys. Heavan smiles again at how easy it is.
« Nice ass, » he sneers right as the dude bends over slightly to take the pants off his legs.
« Lay down on your stomach. »
Now in briefs, he hesitantly does that too, and Heavan walks to him, kneels on his legs, and crosses his wrists behind his back to bind them.
« W...What are you doing ?? »
« Tying you up, idiot. »
Under the pressure of Heavan's body, the young guy gets more and more agitated and nervous ; he squirms and sobs.
« Why ?? I willingly... I didn't try anything... »
« Want a medal for that, noob ? » Heavan chuckles and slaps his butt.
« Please... don't... »
« Don't what, junior ? Just be glad I'm not calling the cops on you ! Although I would never do that to a fellow burglar, right ? Even a complete noob like you... » he laughs, determining that he's had enough fun and the young guy has had enough fright... and isn't bright enough to put two and two together.
« WHAT THE.. ?! HEY NO !! » he screams, realizing he's gotten himself fooled.
« Shut up, » Heavan says no matter what the matter is, grabbing a rubber ball he found laying nearby ; he stuffs it in his mouth. « Here, chew on that, will you ? »
He then rises slightly, listening up carefully to hear any noise ; but there's none besides the desperate, muffled whimpers of the lad.

Once this is done, Heavan releases a bit of pressure, then finishes hogtying him.
« Alrighty now junior, » he whispers softly, patting the lad's head and getting up. « Now here's a few tips before I let you be, so the owners can find you... whenever they come home. You missed the security camera... so you've been filmed. »
« Hmmf ?!! » junior whines in terror.
«  Don't worry, I have stolen the footage, you can just invent whatever story you want to explain to the owners how you ended up here !. No need to thank me, » he chuckles in response, picking up the lad's pants ; he doesn't bother searching the pockets for the stolen jewelry, stuffing the whole piece of clothing into his bag. But he can already tell that the noob has made another very stupid mistake.
« What's that in there ? Your wallet ? Ohh boy, it IS your wallet ! You bring your ID to a heist ? Never do that junior ! »
« HMGHG ???! »
« Even if you don't lose it on the way out or get captured by cops, there's a slim chance that I get it instead and keep it as a souvenir of our encounter. Also probably material to find you again, and ensure you keep shushed up. I'm sure there's some use of you I can make despite your clumsiness... »
« ...Hmmff ??... »
« Well, we're done now I believe ! For now anyway ! So long for now ! »

He then pats his head again, and leaves.