Noah chuckled, adjusting his shopkeeper demeanour to accommodate Vex's energy.
"No, I don't open that early. What do you need? Bread and iced tea?"
The viscount's head bobbed with enthusiasm that made his delicate flower companion sway precariously.
"Yes, yes! Precious is doing wonderfully, by the way. Your products work miracles."
His shoulders drooped before he could finish. "Although there is the downside of limited supply,"
"Thirty golden coins," Noah extended his hands for the payment.
But instead of reaching for his coin pouch, Vex's expression changed into a mischievous smile.
His eyes shone with the satisfaction of someone about to deliver unexpected news.
"No, no, no."
He waved dismissively at the mention of payment. "I got you something more important than golden coins. I got you this beauty."
Uh oh. Demon gift exchange. This could go very badly.