If this was how she thought books were purchased, she'd been grossly misinformed. He hoped she'd taken actual cash money for the book the Centaur woman picked up, because if not he had some serious words for her.
But at the moment he had different ones. "This is just my face, I don't know what the problem is." It kind of was. That thing moms told their kids about not making one face too long or it would get stuck that way was a real thing and he was (un)living proof. "I sell books this way all the time, lady. It works for me."
Not that he wasn't grateful. On the contrary. He took another deep drink from his mug to prove it, just in case she had some doubts on the subject.
"You didn't like New York?" It wasn't his favorite place, but as far as cities went it was interesting enough. London was better. "I guess that explains some things." Though that meant this was Fae food. Should he be wary of that? Eh. You only live once, isn't that what the kids these days said? He took another one.