Something about her tone runs right up his spine and fills his mouth with sourness. Flattery? No, then she'd want something from me.

Thankfully, he has enough experience in the bar to pick up on the nuance of her speech--after he runs it through his head a few times. She can't possibly be flirting with me. I'm not flirtable.

"A tour isn't necessary," he says quietly, giving her an aside glance. "I'm looking for a flying carpet store in the area. It shouldn't be too difficult to find; it's the only one."