[ On cue, here's another dramatic gasp with his hand still holding the beads (very carefully, even as the vendor eyes him) clutched to his chest. ]

Will tonight's insults never end? I don't know how you expect me to go on like this! I'll have you know my ideas are all very brilliant with no flaws whatsoever, thank you very much.

[ He'll lower his hand now while squeezing her hand still in his in the process, and to appease the merchant looking understandably way of any sleights of hand he sets the beads back into their respective tray compartments to keep them safe. Probably for the best just in case he has any more hand gestures to go with this, anyway. ]

Also, now that you've pointed it out, I'm not so sure there's anywhere that isn't flammable while we're out here in the desert though that's more so once the summer heat kicks in soon. Maybe that's all the more reason I should only be trusted with enchanted flames. And at least my track record is better than Sylvain's for having never lost something you've made me. I'm not planning on starting now either.

[ None of which particularly answers Hilda's requirements, and he hums thoughtfully before cutting his gaze to her with a smile to match hers after eying what's before them for a little bit longer. ]

What if this time around I say you make whatever it is you want to make for me?