Orsino's foot had begun tapping again, and he scratched the back of his neck with his free hand. He grimace when she deemed him "polite", feeling suddenly a bit too warm to be wearing a leather jacket inside of a store. No matter. He would be done here soon, and well on the way back to his flat. He hoped.
As the young woman sorted through the plethora of CDs she'd already nabbed (no doubt, he thought, from right between the fingers of other shoppers!), Orsino let his eyes wander over the front and back covers of the album, taking in the art and, eventually, the tracklist. It seemed fairly comprehensive, and there were several versions of some of his favorites that he was sure he'd not yet had the pleasure of hearing.
The woman spoke up suddenly, seeming to have finished her sorting. Orsino blinked and reluctantly looked over at her. He briefly met her eyes before looking vaguely at some of the other albums on the shelf. "You seem to have quite a lot already."