Idris dropped his hand after it was made clear that the woman was not interested in such a formality, lightly shrugging one shoulder. Couldn't win everyone over, but damned if it wasn't worth a shot, anyway. (Though it must be said that someone outright rolling their eyes at him was somewhat of a new thing, at least in the business area of his life. He chose to not find the action offensive.)
He appreciated the compliment about the bikes, for they were nice even if they weren't his type, either (Idris preferred flashy, fast cars with ample leg room and impressive dashboards.). No one could say that Cairo Auto. slacked when it came to quality shipments, roughly half of them being foreign imports. The business was expanding, wasn't it, and that was partially due to their selection, despite it generally catering to more...specific tastes. The prices were another story altogether, though the fine print and clever words took care of all that.
"We do almost everything save for Sunday morning coupon deals. Was there something in particular you had in mind?" He was being amicable, albeit he hadn't quite figured out her exact angle yet; she was a Looker, most likely, or maybe more devoted to bargain hunting than anything else.