A blonde eyebrow quirked lightly at the odd… antics of the person he’d lead to this little restaurant. “You… don’t really know… do you?” Rashim questioned then turned emerald eyes away as he spun back around to face the man behind the counter. What was he supposed to do now? Charity wasn’t his strong point. Father believed in survival of the fittest. While the teen looked like he could handle himself if a fight broke out, and really like someone you wouldn’t pick a fight with in the first place. Well, if he removed all that clothing he might look like that. At the moment he looked like an overstuffed mountain of clothing with a rather shaggy head of brown hair.

“You’re clothing makes it obvious you are from out of town, while that is not particularly bad, you also give off a defenseless vibe. You basically scream, ‘assault me, steal from me, I’m easy prey’.” Rashim stated while watching Elmiir continue his trade with deft hands. The Tuna had been neatly flayed, as had the Lamb… or whatever that thing was he was serving the stalker boy. From there he was easily mincing, chopping, and slicing the meats to various degrees before placing it on a metal rack above a fire whose heat he could dimly feel at the counter. 

Smoke, and pleasant smells greeted his nose sending his ears into a lightly pleased twitch before he reined them in. Next thing you know his tail was going to want out of its folds of cloth. That wasn’t going to happen, so best distract himself. Evergreen eyes turned back to their honey eyed counterparts then looked the boy up and down. “Why are you dressed like you just came into town today in the first place?” And God’s help him if the teen said that it was because he did…