His expression is stern as he tries to hide the desperation whirling inside of him. He has been on the road for several weeks, tired and hungry, but doesn’t want you to know all of that. You seem weak, he could easily take all of your supplies, but your big, twinkling eyes give him pause, making him consider trading instead.

“Look… I don’t want any trouble.” He keeps looking into your eyes, trying to emphasize his obvious advantages. “Let’s just make a deal, okay?”