Of course he knew it was unfair- especially to those who have been buying from him longer then you. But he was absolutely- by no means, going to stop giving you discounts because he thinks you’re pretty. It even goes against his own moral code as a merchant. You’d stop by every two days or so to stock up on ammunition and such, occasionally repairing your weapons to pristine condition.

As soon as he hears the almost to familiar chuckle mixed with the whines of your companion- his head shoots up just in time to see you and dogmeat. Smiling, Allen waves you over and gives his normal spew. “so, what can i do for the legend of the wastes today? More ballistic ammo? Grenades? Or perhaps you’re just here to visit little old me.” He teases, obviously in a rather good mood from seeing you.

Dogmeat whined and immediately slipped around his legs, almost nocking him off balance before he steady’s himself. “waoh there boy- yeah, yeah.. I got your treats right here!” Allen snatches up a jar of dried rad roach meat, shaking it in front of digmeat before popping the lid and pulling out a pice as he waits for you to talk.