How Dare

Though they may have been made of steel, all this nitpicking was being to wear on his nerves. He sighed in exasperation, then said, ”Perhaps you should stop assuming you know more about my business than I do, eh? I said she'd help me pull the cart and sell shit, not be a saleslady. Don't need to do much talking when you're setting wares out 'n' packing things up, do you?” Or modeling apparel whenever he got his paws on some.

His expression turned incredulous. ”This isn't a one off thing, bub. This is a business. When my cart is light enough for me to pull alone imma load it with more shit. 'Ad infintum' and all that. So if it isn't going to be her then it's gonna have to be someone else until I feel like getting out of the business or taking on a partner.”

”You make another offer that's worth my time and I'll consider it. Otherwise you take her place until I'm sick of looking at your face.” He might consider trading Niamh for a large animal of some kind. Maybe a big primate or cat. Armor, maybe, if the bloke had somehow gotten his paws on a couple of sets.