"It's your blood at stake. Not mine. Now, as much as I hate to sound like an old crone and as intriguing as you may be..."
Xanadu reached outward and snatching his hand with surprising accuracy, used it to help heft herself up. It might have been bold to invade his personal space, not knowing what his hands were capable of she had no idea how bold.
"...Are you planning on buying anything or leaving any time soon? I'd appreciate it if you didn't intimidate my future customers."
Her soft hand skimmed over his just long enough to catch another glimpse before releasing it once standing. In the seer's line of work sometimes a glimpse was all she needed or wanted.