Adam peered across the counter, trying his damndest to get even the smallest view of this outrageously priced collector's item, so precious he was even denied overt perusal of it. His efforts were to no avail, and soon enough he gave up altogether, turning instead to the conversation at hand. It was remarkable how the girl's stammering self consciousness faded when she felt in her element, as thoroughly as if a switch had been flicked somewhere in her mind. Adam's lips pursed at the thought, his dark brow shaping a soft and quizzical arch.
He held his silence as their transaction went on. When at last their business appeared to be concluded he pushed off from the counter, ready to make himself scarce or continue the conversation depending on the girl's apparent preference. "I'd like to see what else is on a shopping list that includes a first edition Hugo," he said. "Interesting line of work you're in."