[There isn't much by way of reaction in his expression or posture when she grabs - fumbles - grabs again at the leather that he holds out to her. He watches her own face with that measured look, seeming for all the world like there's nothing that could ruffle him.]
If you say so, then.
[She seems like a very stubborn sort, so he doesn't make a show about bothering to ask when she'll return for the piece, or with what money... She seems like she'd even fuss if he offered to pay - which he can't, considering his pockets are also empty as hell. Maybe he'll see if the shopkeep is a bartering sort...
This would probably be a good time to excuse himself from the conversation in general, anyway, but. There's one thing that piqued his curiosity a little more than any of her other statements, and after a beat or two of silence, he finds himself asking.]
no subject
If you say so, then.
[She seems like a very stubborn sort, so he doesn't make a show about bothering to ask when she'll return for the piece, or with what money... She seems like she'd even fuss if he offered to pay - which he can't, considering his pockets are also empty as hell. Maybe he'll see if the shopkeep is a bartering sort...
This would probably be a good time to excuse himself from the conversation in general, anyway, but. There's one thing that piqued his curiosity a little more than any of her other statements, and after a beat or two of silence, he finds himself asking.]
Is the bow your weapon of choice?