He shrugged with pursed lips and pulled up brows. Not his call to make, after all. Also the strangest person in the immediate vicinity commenting on the strangeness of others--he should've seen that coming.
"Prettier girls all over Faustben for them to fawn over after all."
"Oh, of course, left and right," he agreed hastily. He closed up his flasks and thrust them into pockets so deep and padded that he couldn't even feel them hanging there in his furred jacket. "Maybe in the mysterious no-name village you're from."