Dillan had been winding up the small crank on one of those little balls for a waiting child when he noticed a flash of light off metal from the corner of his eye. His attention snapped immediately onto the woman who had just drawn a scimitar, but his eyes were very shortly set more on the woman than on the blade. She was... Well, quite frankly she was stunning. Her looks quite thoroughly had his approval. "Well [i]hello[/i]," he said, hopping over the counter like he would for a child. He sat down quite close to the woman, seeming to have forgotten about the others crowding around the stall. They were still on his mind, though. He didn't want to [i]completely[/i] ignore them. But this woman certainly was more interesting than they were. He might like kids, but he didn't often seen pretty ladies. The ones on the mountain tended to be a little...rougher around the edges. One of his coworkers at the forge came to mind. She was built like the mountain she'd been born and raised on, with arms as thick as-- No. No. Stop thinking about her. Just... [i]No.[/i] Back to the present. He gave the scimitar-wielding woman a charmingly goofy smile. "Oh I would love one," he answered her apple query. "But tell me, sweetie... What name was given to a vision such as yourself?" His eyes fixed on the scimitar a moment, then on the straight swords on the counter. A horrible, horrible pick-up line came to mind. It made him internally wince that he was even thinking about saying it, and perhaps it was for the best that he exercised some self-control in this moment. There were kids around. That wasn't a line he was going to cross with innocent ears there. Even if it would have been hilarious to see her reaction.