It has been made clear to Devin that he's not going to lose the Fool's interest that easily.

Devin opens his mouth as if to protest and then quickly shuts it, faint bafflement on his face. Shopping is not an endeavor he spends time on if he can avoid it, and his tastes - much like his requirements for an apartment - are particular. Function often exceeded his concern for form.

"I don't know how much help I'll actually be," Devin reasons, fully aware that this disclaimer will not deter the Fool. "My preferences are almost certain to be counter to yours."