[ Staredown: pidgeon versus robin. And contrary to all assumptions, Will's the one who breaks first, taking one last glance at Nick like someone expecting to get stabbed for the answer. ]

I- Okay, I-I don't actually remember who He is, but if He finds out I lost the dedication gift, I'm gonna get smited an'I'm already- If it's cash, I only have gold coins left, please, anything - except PR work, got fired f'that an hour ago-

[ The 'only gold coins' part gets a perk up. "Fifty." That is probably highway robbery. He doesn't care. A wholeass coinpurse is dropped on the table in favor of just grabbing the cloak and proceeding to fold it with the type of horror-meets-reverence that only OCD sufferers or Orthodox Christians seem to pull off.

Nick also gets a pleased bird whistle from the tailor. Thank you for the business, good sir. His day is suddenly wonderful. ]