He was so very helpful; he could be very useful. He might have kept the brushing to a hand, but the store's owner wasn't going to stop at that. She leaned ever so slightly against him, just enough for bodily contact, before she stepped away to give him more room to work in.
"There should be a container. It probably isn't marked, but I should have told my assistant to do so. For him, not for me." She didn't know if that damned woman had an assistant, but that was probably the best person to blame. "I'm not usually this helpless."
Her hand lifted to rest on his shoulder. There was a soft hint of a flower, something exotic. It spoke of anticipation and furtive glances. What it was? A little magic, nothing too strong, nothing too obvious. It could be simply her perfume, or some incense.