Going up skirts, mon dieu. Marie chuckled huskily, handing over the...disgruntled five-fingered appendage. "No problem. It's a good boy - " Was that what you called a disembodied hand? It wasn't like a puppy or anything. "Just...curious, maybe?"
Or not liking the indoors. Run free hand, run free - she just had to wonder though, who would buy the thing. Did witches use them for ingredients in spells? Double, double, toil and trouble?
"I would gave given it a treat, but I didn't know what it liked," she added with a wink. "I'm Marie. Welcome to town." This would be a fun little place to browse, once he got all settled. Given that she had a thing for doing just that, browsing, especially odds and ends and bits and bobs, oftentimes picking up items or clothes to refurbish - no doubt she'd find something to her liking.