Louis smirked back, with childish like mannerisms, digging his hand into his pocket. He turned back to the friendly woman, and tossed the pouch back, "A joke." He said, chuckling slightly, desperately hoping not to earn the kind woman's ire, "So, madam, what be yer name?" Louis had never seen a woman quite like her. Louis had grown up mainly around Dorthan, and had only scarcely seen other races where he grew up, but he had heard plenty of stories and descriptions to make a well-enough guess that the woman was in fact not Dorthan.