So she wasn't as easy to surprise as, say, Flora; an interesting but not entirely unwelcome bit of knowledge to be tucked away for later use. Her heterochromatic eyes darted up to meet his squarely, and he offered a charming smile, his own eyes dancing with mischief. "My ma always said I had an eye for fashion," he agreed with a wink. "But I'm just a humble merchant." Humble. Right.
She turned back to the seller, who immediately boxed up the necklace in exchange for the woman's money (which, George noted, came freely from a gilded purse). He was just trying to decide if it was worth trying to snatch a ring while the merchant was distracted when the woman turned back to him. Again, he flashed a disarming smile, a good enough thief not to give himself away by looking guilty. "George Shepherd, at your service," he said with a theatrical bow. "It is truly a pleasure."
He straightened from his bow, all good-natured mischief. "At the risk of being overtly obvious with my pick up tactics," he added with a wink. "Do you come here often?"
She turned back to the seller, who immediately boxed up the necklace in exchange for the woman's money (which, George noted, came freely from a gilded purse). He was just trying to decide if it was worth trying to snatch a ring while the merchant was distracted when the woman turned back to him. Again, he flashed a disarming smile, a good enough thief not to give himself away by looking guilty. "George Shepherd, at your service," he said with a theatrical bow. "It is truly a pleasure."
He straightened from his bow, all good-natured mischief. "At the risk of being overtly obvious with my pick up tactics," he added with a wink. "Do you come here often?"
xoxo, George
