[As she trails off, he curiously tilts his head, waiting for her to finish that thought. She does not, and there's a slight narrowing to his eyes. Though the narrow-eyed stare doesn't last long as she speaks. Brags, rather. Accuses, too. He sighs, shaking his head and shrugging.]

So quick to distrust my intentions. I've ample means to possess hapless fools already, if that were my aim, I could do so.

[His eyebrows raise with curiosity at her as he continues.]

You need not flatter me to agree to a trade, you know. What manner of unown are you after—for you are at the source for such creatures, and fair more likely to come across it than I.