Tossing the pill container down on the counter, it rolled towards the cashier. Conchobar hardly listened to the woman, feeling an awkward pull but ignoring it. "I don't believe so," he fished out his wallet to throw down a few bills. "I'm good with faces, but I don't remember you." He could accuse someone of the same and be highly offended that they did not remember him. A king.
He paused ad he turned to stuff the wallet into his back pocket. "Are you worth knowing?"