At the time it didn't seem a good idea to attempt faking faerie wings, though Osiris had briefly considered either taking them from a insect or constructing his own, but trying to pass them off as real would only be an insult and not likely to get him very far. But when Set asked, he began to doubt not at least bringing something, the man's vague response doing little to reassure him. "I couldn't find any," Osiris admitted dejectedly, not sure if he should even say that he'd been searching. It was humiliating enough, and this was looking to be some elaborate joke at his expense and Osiris couldn't understand why.
"What do you really want?" he carefully asked, trying to keep the tone of desperation out of his voice. Aware he was being played but in no position to challenge either of the men, Osiris began digging through his pockets, ready to offer all the money he was carrying. It wasn't a lot, but it was more than the lamb would cost to replace. Financially it wasn't the smartest move, but attachment was enough to cloud his judgment, wanting to get this over with quickly.