Lord Pwnatious let out a sigh, muffled by the teapot they wore on their head as they leaned back in their overly expensive chair behind the counter in their overly expensive shop, as if trying to become one with the cushions. Today was filled with nothing but demons in poverty coming to negotiate prices, or flat out beg for money. Those alone are annoying, but when one has a burning hatred for poor demons it makes everything a million times worse. They can't remember the last time someone who wasn't wearing rags walked into their shop and ACTUALLY bought something.

As if just on cue, the bell chimed as the door was pushed open, someone walking in. Pwnatious perked up, sitting straight to posses a more professional stance as they watched you walk into sight. Behind the mask, they raised an eyebrow, noticing that you actually had some style (in their mind, style being anything that looked expensive), and that you seemed to be actually INTRESTED in buying something. They felt a little excited, but remained quiet to keep professional. Ah, wait. They should probably greet you, huh? It slipped their mind while they were busy sizing you up. Pwnatious cleared their throat.

"Hello there."

They began, watching you turn to them and wait for more. They gave an, in their opinon charming smile, even if it was hidden behind the mask.

"Say, anything catching your eye there?"

Pwnatious couldn't help but lift themself up using the counter infront of them which they rested both gloves hands on, trying to peer over your shoulder from a distance as to see what you were looking at, if anything at all.