He realised his mistake as soon as Jorge refused the cigarette, putting his out on his hand with his eyes rolling to the pain and the pleasure that it brought." Sorry, I completely forget that rule about smoke ruining fabric. Sorry friend." His southern voice sounded gruff, like he was in a little discomfort as he chuckled about the other man being the one to deal pelts and how that might have ruined the business relationship between him and blythe." Well, I have a proposition since this is entirely my fault. How about I hunt and trap as a side job and all you do is take a few dollars off of my orders in return and that way I save money and you get furs and such."  He smiled and got up from his crouching position now that it was apparent that nothing was broken, clearing his throat when he was asked about the clothing that he came for." Well mister... I was hoping for a few shirts and some new jeans. These are rather tattered and well I got to look professional for my clients." He pulled out a wad of money and put down a good down payment." If you could make me a rucksack or a bag for food it would be much precipitated too." He gave the man a kind smile and wondered what else he needed before remembering his shot up cowboy hat." And a cowboy hat if you would be obliged."