Lemm is more attuned to the sound of the Knight's footsteps than he realises, because even as they faintly fade into earshot he's already patting Greenhorn on the cheek with finality and turning to wait for their approach. As they near, though, he is suddenly rather reluctant to be in the same personal bubble.

Eyes narrowed, he reaches out and plucks the paper from their grasp at arm's length. A quick scan and his demeanor softens again, but he still can't let exactly let it slide.

"No, I'm not equipped to weather acid, so that's a write-off. But apparently you are," he says disapprovingly, "since you smell like a chemical test! Urgh, and it wouldn't be the first time! You'll be washing that off before you touch a thing in my shop, Knight, make no mistake."

...His fingers tighten against the paper and he whips it down to his side like he's done with it, but this is followed by a stiff, pointed stare off to one side and then Lemm forces himself to look the Knight in the face.

"If that's - what that was about. I know who I've had as my guard today, don't think I've forgotten. I doubt anyone else could chase off one of those things, so - don't go telling yourself off for a job well done. Ugh, let's just..." He gestures back the way they came.