"Well, gee, guys, of course, with me being an idiot, I never considered the possibility of other traps." Jakob shot back to the rest of the group, brimming with blatent sarcasam.
"OF course, we'll have to step lightly, now, although carrying a torch will negate any chance at stealth -" He began planning aloud, and his right hand moved to grip his crossbow. "- Which I'm not in the least concerned about. And, since its just too time-consuming and makes a guy like me both tired and bored, we can't scour every inch of the dungeon with traps. Therefore, if it nicks at me and says "trap" or its a door, I'll check it. Until then, I'd rather not light my way and stumble into a trap that can't be disarmed, you know, like an AMBUSH!"
He spoke then last word very empathically, and as he did so, turned to look into the dungeon, dropped to a crouch, and proceeded to load and shoulder his crossbow.
"If you will, Terra, dear."
"Justice is the Art of the Thief"
"Weapons and armor are for those who lack skill, Honor and courage"
~Drunken Monk to a Paladin in the tavern. No bystanders were harmed in the ensuing brawl~