Emrys gave into his desire and ran a hand over the first of the furs, making an appreciative sound at the softness of the fur. He did very much like the red in it, and he had to admit that she had a good eye, not just for animal furs. She had pegged his flair for the extravagant, the dramatic, right away. That was a very good way to hold a customer's attention: pick up on their likes as soon as possible.
The wolf's fur was nice, but not nearly as colorful as he'd like, so he moved on to the colorful feathered one. It was a bit ostentatious though not gaudy, and he knew Madoc would likely tease him for it, but he really did fancy it. The last, the moment he touched it, and processed her comment about it, he knew would be worth more than he was willing to part with at the moment, and rich as warm as it was, he still leaned a bit more towards the most colorful of them all.
"These are all of incredible quality," he mused, coming back to the first. "I find myself torn between this and the one with the feathers." He looked up from them smiling that same rakish smile. "I fear a man who should be called Lord or King should wear the last." He gave her a slightly sheepish look then, and gave a grand sweeping, overdone bow. "Pardon my rudeness. I fear I was overwhelmed by every bit of beauty in this shop. You may call me Emrys. I've only just got to town, so you wouldn't have seen me before."