A flicker of very unimpressed not-in-my-shop fury for a second as he flags a hand over the counter in the direction of their Nail. "Away with that! There are delicate things in here."

(He's not brought it up, no. The question was somewhat answered for him when they melted all over the Storerooms and a separate entity came out of their shadow and signed themself up for life lessons. Lemm isn't about to question the physics at the moment. Not his department!)

At the I can Lemm's hand automatically snaps out to cover the pins even before they take the pen off the page. "No," he says quickly. "There's nothing wrong with keeping something for its aesthetic, as I've said." They're a gift. And a thoughtful one, if he's feeling optimistic. He does not receive many, and he's feeling rather possessive suddenly.

"As it happens your information is..." okay okay he'll say it but he won't like having said it later he's sure "...potentially worth enough to clean me out. It's been on my mind, believe me. Finding myself a bit stuck there." A sigh. "Later, then. If it suits you to wait. I'll... tally it all at the end."