"That's not-" Orsino began, frowning in earnest this time, becoming increasingly frustrated. This was why he hated holiday shopping! All the loonies were out, roaming free, being rude and taking the things he wanted to buy. Or look at. He wasn't even sure he wanted this CD, but he'd have at least liked a chance properly evaluate it without someone else stepping in and interrupting his train of thought.
"Why are- Fine. May I touch it?" he said, not removing his gaze from the CD, on which both he and the woman had a tight grip. Was this seriously happening?