"However, were you intent on presenting a good face for your employer, you would do well not to take that tone with me," he said. He made a mental note to talk to the proprietor later, inexperience and youth were not acceptable excuses for such a curt reply.
Lucius turned back to the inks, his fingertip grazing the cool glass surface of one of the bottles. "If you want to make yourself useful, you can tell me about this." He plucked the bottle from the shelf and held it up in the light, the silver liquid gleaming in the shop's lamps.