William looked up at the sudden rush of sound and scent as the owner appeared from somewhere around the back. He blinked and stood up a little straighter. This delicate little creature surrounded by delicate things- His eyes swept once more over the boy (he was a boy, he was so young) over the sweat beading in his brow, filling the air with the scent of his skin.
He couldn't remember the last time he'd smelt anyone like this.
"These are all yours?" William asked, genuinely surprised. "You made them?"
A little ball of glass to his right drew his attention. "It looks like the moon," he hummed gently, stroking a finger over it very carefully. He was going to take that home with him. He had to. "Do you have any dogs? I have two at home. Could you make them out of glass? Or- forgive me, perhaps you don't do commission? I didn't mean to be rude."