Ordhan had a knack for causing Conlan to protest, it seemed. It was never intentional (well, perhaps once or twice, when he saluted him and earned Conlan's needling in return), but for whatever reason he managed to get under the mercenary's skin, he did. There had only been the one argument, at least. Though Ordhan stopped bothering checking and double-checking his words before saying them to Conlan, he usually was able to avoid disagreement, or if it came to back away before an argument broke out.
Conlan's protest this time didn't...quite make sense to him. Ordhan stood there, filled with pride at his friend's generosity, and yet Conlan insisted he was not being charitable. Perhaps...another joke? Yes, it seemed so. He allowed a smile (though a slightly confused one, as ever) and replied, "What do you want to sell, then?"