[color=6ecff6]"Prettier one than they'll ever see, I'll gladly wager."[/color] Joey confirmed with something of a pose, tilting his chin up. The man's lips twitched up at the corners with the joke, then just as quickly as he turned to her, he flicked back to face the market. Busy, very busy. He half extended a gloved hand, pointing with a middle and forefinger to a pair of city guards-- Only trouble, he thought. [color=6ecff6]"See them, sneaksby? Can't work here, no matter how good ya' think y'are."[/color] He knew he'd have to voice caution, that had become something of his job over the years... That and he knew the boats held more profit, and damned be the risk for those riches. [color=6ecff6]"Y'focus too much on what you need, not what you want. Boats'll be stuffed from aft to prow, believe m--"[/color]

And like a startled animal, his attention was wrought from his scheming, boots scraping along the cobbles of the street like nails to a chalkboard as he whipped around. His lips parted, but remained tilted upwards at the corners, and he too descended on the poor boy. He reached to grab at his shoulder and, with any luck, pull him back to stand between him and his stocky companion. [color=6ecff6]"Haha! Kid's barely outta' the crib!"[/color] Clearly, he didn't see much threat in the child, what good were they, anyway? [color=6ecff6]"Bold try'a luck."[/color] He cocked his head at Piper, focusing on her now, though still aimed to keep the boy held. [color=6ecff6]"And did our bold tyro get anything from ya'?"[/color] And, for effect, he tried to give the boy's shoulder a light jolt, though no doubt he would be taking this far worse were he the intended target.

(( [@Ryciera] [@Strafe] ))