Peering at her with honest eyes, he said in response, "I wish I could say the same. I tend to find comfort in staying to myself." He grinned with a strange mixture of modesty and pride brewing beneath closed eyes. But it was her next comment that caught him off guard. It caused him to blush a little but because his skin was so dark, one couldn't readily see it. "Eh, you're welcome? I'm not an every day hero, really." A nervous chuckle escaped his throat and he turned his attention back to the vendor.
Hysaeda was trained in the many tongues indigenous to his Umbraeon tribe. From Sevic, his own native language, to Common, to Draconic. But even with his previous training in languages he wasn't even close to being prepared to understand the dialect of the vendor. The man was the color of dusk, something that he might consider to be Elven, but his ears were proof enough that he was human and yet his tongue moved with the swiftness of an early bird catching the worm in the rising sun.
Hysaeda stared blankly at him as the other man's mouth attempted to haggle. He found his patience being strained not only because of the heat now but because of the vendor. For a moment he was tempted to speak Sevic just to spite him. Just as the vendor was about to lower what he might be willing to pay, Hysaeda piped up in his own tongue, "Itkata mit soehn shen y'ia kratamna meiha zohet met khana, eh?" With that the vendor shut up, obviously astounded at what he couldn't possibly understand. The Umbraeon smiled and laughed to make it seem as if the whole stunt was a joke. The vendor laughed along with him and handed him a small bag of coins as Hysaeda slid the skins in the opposite direction. He waved goodbye and walked away with Ghost, placing the coins in his bag.
Looking down at her as they walked, he furrowed his brows and said, "I'm very sorry you had to hear that."