Eliot watched with amusement as the clerk rushed to help Parker pick up what she'd knocked over. He kicked two of the items back over to them before looking back to the display, taking the time to look over each of the knives without the salesman looking on. The questions he'd asked he already knew the answer to but they gave Parker some time to do what she needed to.
As the clerk returned to him, he noticed the man looked slightly happier than he had before and was starting to look back towards Parker when Eliot demanded his attention again. To keep him facing forward, he laughed again and shook his head. "She's right. Last week, it was my razor in the toilet. Girl was born with accidents as a talent." The smile faded from the clerk's face as he took what Eliot had given him and put it together.
Not giving him much time to find his balance, he turned the conversation back to the knives. "You know, I got one of these before and I wasn't real impressed with the maker. Rusted out within a year," he said and pointed to another model, sending the clerk to get it before looking Parker's way. Seeing she was almost done, he changed his mind. "Actually, that one up there."
He took the box from the clerk when Parker rejoined them, holding up the box as an answer. Catching the clerk's expression, he shrugged. "She's got a strange sense of humor. I think we'll take this one." He turned to head for the counter after the clerk, giving Parker a slightly exasperate look before he leaned in. "Get what you were looking for?" he whispered.