"Oh, good." It had been a lucky guess; Hans did enjoy women in every sense, of course, but Lavender was much better at picking things out for customers. But still, Hans didn't like being bad at things. Maybe some of her skill had worn off on him.
With this in mind, he tilted his head and looked at her bottom, since she'd clearly invited him to do so. It was a nice one, he didn't mind looking at it at all, and Hans suppressed a smirk as he brought his eyes up to meet hers again.
"It's right over here," he said, walking over and pulling the curtain open. "You do make that look work, but I don't know if the other citizens of Marrowood are ready for your brave fashion."