The tavern she mentioned was one he'd heard of and seen enough in passing but had not visited. The way she jumped from enthusiastic to stoic was something he found amusing. Such a bubbly girl in work clothes had been so unexpected upon choosing the shop, but she had already made it clear enough that she knew what she was doing that he figured he need not worry about her skill. Either way, though, there wasn't much else that could be done to further deteriorate his crossbow or what remained of it, and the price she offered was far less than he'd expected for the work.
Upon her return, his eyes followed her pointing finger to what hung up on the wall. Glancing between the weapons and her, however, his face was slowly taking on a look of utter surprise at her gestures. She was doing it again, though, showing that excitement and then carefully tucking it away again. Dominik just found himself gazing up at what had been offered, chuckling softly beneath his breath at her offer. It certainly wasn't traditional in his eyes for her to make such an offer, but it was welcome all the same. "Well, I am a hunter, yeah," he began as he stepped away from the counter to wander towards the weapons, all thought of leaving so quickly now gone. One long arm reached up to run fingertips along the pieces nearest him. Her flustered awkwardness went unnoticed now as the unattended itch began to intensify.
"Do you really hunt?" he asked, quirking a brow as he looked over his shoulder at her. She definitely wasn't a short woman, but even in her current attire she retained such a girlish air that he couldn't help but wonder if her words might be some small bluff. He just smiled and shook his head as he tilted it to face forward again. "Well, I've been itching to get back to work, but I wouldn't mind a bit of sport at it if you'd really like to have a go. I have an old bow I could use, but these... Would you really not mind if I borrowed one?"
Dominik lowered his hand slowly and, as he turned again to step back to the counter, made a quick swipe along his shoulders making to look like he was trying to get at some normal itch as he tried, in vain, to relieve the tingling along his wing. His hand came around again, uncurling to rest along his side. "Huh. I guess it'd be a good test to see what your work can do, right? Let's go hunting, then. That'd be nice. Spend the day in the forest and the night at The Green Dragon?
"When might you have the time to spare, Miss Grey?" He hadn't forgotten her name so soon, but he felt her generosity earned a bit more of his respect.