Chewing the inside of his cheek briefly, Kanuna considered his options. Specifically the options that Samson hadn't mentioned, like countering the charge with an accusation that Samson didn't run a safe shop. Though the wolf doubted he'd have much of a leg to stand on in a magic shop.
Kanuna looked from Samson to his burned hand that had thankfully stopped stinging with whatever it was Samson had rubbed on it. He'd trusted him that far, hadn't he? What was the worst that could happen? Those were some famous last words.
"Alright. Fine. But just to be clear, if I can pay you when you ask the favor and I don't want to do it, I can pay instead?"