Edgar clearly didn't know the correct etiquette for cushion shopping.
"What if you want to know what something feels like? That's got to be a deciding factor," he said as he spun back towards the curtain that were still no-where to be seen. The woman was still hoovering over his shoulder, wand raised towards him.
"I wouldn't," he said as he looked towards the wand. Edgar was a laid-back sort of bloke, but he didn't react well to anyone raising a wand at him. "I won't touch anything. You have my word." He held his hand up as if swearing an oath, flashing her a smile.