Oh damn. She was looking at him. Even if she hadn't been, there was no way he was going to continue down the road that apparently a small section of his brain wanted to explore. Kray shut that down, ruthlessly, because the last time he'd given in to that things had gotten very, very weird between them. So. Casual. Right.
Kratos snorted. "That is no way to run a business, Kasi. You're never going to earn enough to buy a portable phone charger that way."
He sorted several more items, simply to avoid looking at her. "Or maybe you should just have a garage sale. There's no way you actually wear all of these clothes." He held up a shirt that had little bitty straps instead of anything resembling sleeves. "This doesn't even look dirty."