Shock wasn’t exactly a surprising sensation, even as it flooded through Olixander. The sting in his left cheek however, now that was more of a surprise. Frowning up at the woman, Olixander let out a small whine (very unbecoming) and scrambled to sit up, resting his weight on his elbows. “What was that for?!” he asked, genuinely confused. After all his thoughtful charity, this was what one got for helping the poor! It was no wonder his mother wasn’t a fan of the lower classes.
Blinking himself back to some state of sobriety and rubbing his cheek, the brunette eyed the woman before him again, this time with more care. He supposed she didn’t look all that poor, or like a typical prostitute. That might have (definitely) just been wishful thinking on his part… He resigned himself to being an arse and laughed a little, despite the awkwardness he should have felt. “It was meant as a compliment,” he tried by way of apology. “You’d be worth at least a Galleon, maybe two.” A cheeky grin stretched across his face, entirely teasing in nature. He hoped the woman had a sense of humor and wouldn’t slap him again. He really was trying to make up for his mistake, honestly.
Blinking himself back to some state of sobriety and rubbing his cheek, the brunette eyed the woman before him again, this time with more care. He supposed she didn’t look all that poor, or like a typical prostitute. That might have (definitely) just been wishful thinking on his part… He resigned himself to being an arse and laughed a little, despite the awkwardness he should have felt. “It was meant as a compliment,” he tried by way of apology. “You’d be worth at least a Galleon, maybe two.” A cheeky grin stretched across his face, entirely teasing in nature. He hoped the woman had a sense of humor and wouldn’t slap him again. He really was trying to make up for his mistake, honestly.