"But you are hurting someone. You're hurting his profits, which would lead to a raise in prices for all the other people who come here. You're hurting their coin purses and bank accounts." The crone wasn't much taller than the girl, if she was at all really. Her head tilted as she smiled ever so slightly.
"And if you are going to hurt them in such a way, you should do a much better job than begging so pathetically." Her nose wrinkled in disgust. "If you don't intend on hurting them, you offer service. As you're too young and anything else to be of use on your back, you to sweep, clean, something in which you do not seem so very wretched. You are obviously not weak nor pathetic.
"She will have two of the ones you were going to hand her." The crone's hand lifted, turning ever so slightly and balling into a fist. It was a slow and deliberate action. The man behind the counter made a sound. "You see, this is how you hurt someone to get what you want."