Two hundred... shit. Kanuna knew he didn't have that much cash. He chewed on his lip and wished he'd just left when Samson left the room to get the towel, but it was a small town. They'd run into each other again. Better to try and charm his way out.
One look at Samson's face deflated that hope a bit. He winced when his hand was grabbed and hissed as the cooling towel was laid around the burns. "Yeah. Werewolf." There was no denying it if he even wanted to.
Gray eyes searched for the ball, but it was gone, and he fastened Samson with a look. "Not my worst silver burn, but I do need this hand to play." He didn't currently have his instrument with him, so he added, "Guitar. Do you have any salve or... I don't know. You're the witch." Giving a light shrug and a half smirk, Kanuna crouched down to pick up the opened broken box.