Well.
She bit her lip again, rolling it back and forth between her teeth, changing to a frown as he explained how little her trade was truly worth. One month for three Chroven Hearts. Oh yes, sure, he'd give her more because of where they came from, trust her on that, but it was disappointing to learn all the same. It was disconcerting actually. How little were some of the things in her kint worth? As it stood, the new kenser they'd gotten or possibly the kint itself were the most valuable things she possessed - for her lifestyle and trade both. Hopefully, she could acquire some things that were worth trading, or maybe it was these humans who undervalued what she held. She liked to think that wicks had a better sense of what was valuable.
The witch didn't like the idea of cutting it and losing a quarter of what was there. Half a month was a fair chunk and she really had hoped to get the whole lot. She suspected he was being somewhat kind, offering her extra in the hopes that she'd be hooked, more likely to be a return customer. If she promised him custom in the future, the young woman didn't think that'd cut it. Another half month for a few words. He didn't know that her word was good, didn't know that she was trustworthy and reliable.
Aziza considered him closely, his manner bringing a darker hue to her cheeks, a flutter in her belly as he looked at her from under hooded lids. She licked her lips, dark gaze dropping to her lap and the bright, multi-coloured patches of her skirt. She traced a dark green leaf pattern on one of the pale green segments, puffing her cheeks out before letting the air rush out from between her lips.
"Creative, oes. Maybe," she murmured, letting her fingers walk to a new section closer to the bottom, a red-orange shade that complemented her skin tone. She rested her hand there, splaying her fingers as she found the hem, tips teasing it as she recalled the brightness in his gaze. The hemline crept up, the spoke's expression thoughtful as more of her skin was exposed. The young woman moved her legs slightly, one angled in a new way so that if he looked that way, he would likely see up the garment.
Her eyes found his face once more, head tilted as she considered him. There was nothing coy about her expression, especially not when she leaned closer, perched above him as she was he was likely to have quite a pleasant view. However, he might not have expected her to reach out, hand tilted as if she might stroke his cheek but shifting at the last moment to attempt to pluck the cigarette from his grasp. If he didn't stop her, surprised as he was likely to be, then she would place it between her own lips, drawing from it slowly before she turned it back to him.
"I have a kint, I'll be on the move soon. I can get ye information, move things around for ye but ye ent got reason to trust me like that, have you?" Aziza murmured, pausing with her skirt covering mere inches of her thighs. "Business is good, kov, I get that. But I told you: ent nothing wrong with a bit of pleasure."
She felt the suggestion was clear, far from subtle and she knew it. She wasn't good at this sort of thing, far more inclined to be aggressive and simply push. He was no wick though and she wasn't in a good position to negotiate, she felt. His desire to cling to business made things difficult. She could offer herself and it could spook him. However, the witch couldn't forget that light in his eyes, the giddiness, the excitement.
"Am I worth your half month, Eon? Feel free to look over the product. I won't bite... less ye want me to, o' course."
She stretched a leg out, moving to place one heel on the arm of the chair he occupied, chewing her lip as she waited, wondering, expectant.