He made no comment on her name, dated though it might have been, and though the stutter was hard to miss he passed over it as if she had spoken with perfect clarity. Tyler and his ilk had long ago taught him just how annoying nitpicking obvious targets could be, and he had no intention of repeating their mistakes. The book was by far a more interesting topic at any rate, and it was to this he turned his attention now, dark eyes widening faintly as he peered toward the bag. "I'd ask to see it, but I'm pretty sure I know what your answer's going to be," he said, a teasing lilt bleeding into his tone. "Can't blame you, though. Do you run these errands often?" Black-lacquered nails tapped idly at the counter. "Seems like it'd be a slow business, dealing in books that expensive."