You're plenty smart to keep your skin, now that I've told you what the bargain is if you ruin my coat with that little pot-sticker of yours.

[Not that a coat made out of dreamstuff is particularly ruin-able, but pooka. They tend to... embellish things. Can't be helped. A breeze runs through the shop for some unfathomable, Fae reason. It makes the black feathers in the collar of Tannusen's coat rustle. They're too black. Too dark. Best not to stare too long at those.]

I mean, unless you want me to skin you? But I usually at least buy a guy dinner and flowers first...