Well, he was a gentleman. That was a bit surprising in an age when gods and immortals lacked any manners with strangers or guests. Her human foster mother had taught her far better than those they had with her. His voice was different than the ring from the people of the streets, almost lulling. Elaine was too modest to pry.
“You’re quite welcome, er…” she gave a perplexed pause at his unusual request. A hat store? These were the times Elaine Belloc was thankful to avoid that intruding omnipresence Lucifer persisted she shouldn’t repress. How else would she be pleasantly surprised by people? Her uncle’s ever dissipating sense of humor, she had concluded, was a partly as consequence of his know-it-all nature. Although, that had its uses like finding out important tips without checking yellow pages.
Like now, for instance.
“Mm, there is Goorin Hat Shop. It has a good popularity,” she offered. “Would you prefer to go alone? I can take you there if you are new to the city.”