"Huh?" Emil looks over his shoulder. At first he assumes she is purchasing one of the other wares, but catching her gaze and tone, he changes his mind.

"Oh, I'm sorry, did you want to buy this one?" He takes a step back, giving room for her to step forward. "I don't mind. I can get one someplace else." His smile and manner are deferring; seems someone raised him to honor 'ladies first'.

But now the shopkeeper's potential sale is about to walk away, and the offered price is dropping. He insists this is a fine article of weaving and worth 300 colle at least! (But that number is lower than the previously quoted 430, isn’t it?)