When she rounded on him he held up his hands again, that invisible loaded gun pointed his way once more. " and i didn't offer an escort, just company. as for help..." he had noticed the state of her clothing, and in the back of his mind felt a little bad that he had gone on a shopping spree when she could have used a pair of shoes... he sighed, stubborn did not begin to describe her. At this point he was pretty sure he'd have better luck getting through to a brick wall, but he wasn't willing to give up yet. Ok then, war of attrition it is. "Who said it was help? hmm? you got it all wrong ma'am, i'm investin, not helpin." he moved to walk beside her now instead of just behind, "See i figure this works out in one of a few ways. One, you are just so grateful and your heart so full of happiness and joy that you confess your undyn feelins for me, preferably wearing your beach clothin(yeah, he wasn't gonna let that one go any time soon) Two you make your fortune in this town, and i get paid back in full plus interest. Finally number 3, my charms and dulcet tones just win you over outright, and then the rest happens as it will."