Guy jumped to his feet and looked at her, "oh... paintings right" he didn't want a painting, for his house was to small for fancy condiments, but he didn't want seem to seem like an idiot so he took out the 50 dollars he had on him and put it on the counter "I'll take qwhat ever you can give me for this" he sighed, this was the only spending money for a week and he was going o finally get his heavy bag (punching bag) he dreamed of, he looked at clerience, only to look down again. he hadn't realized but she was very pretty, may be he didn't need the money after all she deserved it, living all alone in this workshop, yeah he was doing a good deed that's it, this made him smile.