The kedan's attempt at one petty victory is backfiring spectacularly in his face, and he shifts his gaze uncomfortably from the smug vampire lounging like a housecat against his counter, to the stern and disapproving expression on the sylvari's face. It isn't hard to do the math; this is not a hill he's willing to let his business die on, as peeved as he is.

"Fine," he says tightly, relinquishing his grip on the fine fabric. With great effort, he forces his lips into an imitation of a courteous smile, which he directs at the Fool. "Please--enjoy your purchase."

With a flick of his wrist, the Fool collects up the fabric. "With relish," comes his clipped response, and under any other circumstance he would take his prize--and his vampire--and storm out of the shop with no intention of setting foot within it again. (Honestly, the nerve!) However, there is still Trahearne to consider, and so with a brief but gentle touch to Devin's forearm, he crosses over to the sylvari.

Oh, but he would have preferred to have this conversation somewhere else, and under better circumstances. He sighs and looks up at his friend, earnest. "I can barely stand to be in this store a moment longer," he said under his breath, "but I would speak with you, soon." About what? Just guess.