Alain smiled, more than a little awkwardly, scraping both hands back through his hair. "Thankee-sai," he said, clearing his throat, and fumbled at his belt for the little pouch that held his money. "I fear this is little more than curiosity to you here, but 'tis what I have. Had I more, I would give it. You've been more than generous."

Rubbing the back of his neck, his face still flushed, he leant over to deposit the pouch on the table beside her tea. He couldn't quite bring himself to make eye contact, though. "I... cry your pardon. That I refused you."