Unexplained Yorl RP: Staring Rojo & Devon!

[Seven]

Devon looks about the streets, curious and grinning. "So, Miss Faelin, where is this tailor?"

[Rojo]

"This way" she says, pointing to the left. She walks down a left street, then turns left again and points to a sign with a pile of coins next to a stool.
"He's in there" she says.
If Devon were to walk into the shop, Faelin would cheekily slap him on the heindquarters.

[Seven]

Well Devon was going in first, so that he could open the door for her (as she would have noted, since he hand was reaching for the knob), when he suddenly gets the surprise slap. It sends a shiver up his spine, as it took him by surprise. Quite forward, wasn't she?
He turns to face her, an amused grin is followed by a very faint blush, "Anxious, Miss Faelin?"
Devon proceeds to open the door for her.

[Rojo]

Faelin laughs again. It was a strange thing. She never giggled like most women, she laughed.
She walks into the shop, and walks up to the counter and rings the bell
"Hold on a minute, I'll be there in a moment!" calls a voice from somewhere in the back of the shop.

[Seven]

Devon grinned, enjoying this delightful company. Most women he had met were humans, and had behaved meekly.

[Rojo]

Faelin waited, smiling at Devon. Soon, a balding human with a mane of grey hair waving around his head and half moon spectacles came into view via a doorway. He smiled pleasantly at Devon and Faelin.
"How may I help you today?" his voice is old, yet jovial, so much in fact it would fill both Devon and Faelin's body with happiness and warmth.

[Seven]

Devon could feel the radiation of joy, making him smile in return. "I would like to be fitted for an adventurer's outfit, kind sir."

[Rojo]

"Ah, I'll see what I can do, sir" says Mr Rove, smiling still. He bends over and produces a stool from behind the counter. He places it down on the floor.
"If you'd just stand on here, sir" he asks kindly.

[Seven]

Devon nods, standing on the stool. Before he goes any further though, he feels he should mention his currency. "Before we begin, I feel in necessary we discuss the means of payment. I am a foreigner, and while we do have gold as currency, it has a different emblem on it. While I'm sure you could have the gold melted, is this all right with you?"

[Rojo]

"No problem at all, kind sir" Mr Rove says, fetching a measurer. He begins measuring Devon in different places: Arm to armpit, heel to waist, toes to ankle, neck to waist and around his head. Mr Rove scribbles all these down on a piece of paper on the counter, then looks at Devon, the smile never leaving his slightly wrinkly face
"Now, what colours and items of clothing did you have in mind, sir?"

[Seven]

Devon thought for a second. His old outfits had been...well...how else could he put it. Colorful, though he knew such attire would no longer be appropriate. Even then, he normally wore reddish colors....
He gets a little smile on his face, "Dark blues, thank you."

[Rojo]

Mr Rove nods his head quickly, like a woodpecker, and walks out to the back of the shop.
"It'll be a while 'til he comes back..." says Faelin, smiling seductively "We could do anything." Once again, it was verey hard to tell if she was joking.

[Seven]

Faelin certainly was a little vixen, and though Devon could see that, he probably didn't quite care. Still, his high-strung rules were shouting in his ears since what he was thinking was less than 'socially acceptable.' Besides, Mr. Rove seemed like a very nice man, it would be quite rude to him if they...

"Anything?" he paused for a second, grinning. "Do you play cards?"

[Rojo]

She smiled
"I don't play cards, I cheat at cards."

[Seven]

"And how did I figure that one was coming?"