Rutile notices, but only barely, that it's X that approaches - and by this time they're so incensed that any appreciation they have for him is dulled.

"Peachy," Rutile replies, their brow furrowed and eyes engaged in an intense staring contest with the igheeri merchant. "I am simply trying to explain -"

The igheeri stands and towers over Rutile, not quite twice their height, but perhaps near it. Their wings spread and their hand curls until a single long finger is left pointing at Rutile's chest. "You are disturbing my business and I will call the Sentry -"

"I ought to call the Sentry over this gross frauding of your customers! And get that thing away from me!" Rutile retorts back, shoving the igheeri's hand aside. The argument descends into both of them trying to talk at the same time, in louder and angrier voices.

It is not peachy.