"Yeah, well." One of his heavy, thick shoulders shrugged upward, dismissively. "I'm quite sure yeh -are- better than they are, but as far as I can see yer an expensive distraction. Couple'a pills do just as well, and round here anyone'll take fuckin' anything for a chance to forget." Another sly smirk crept over his features. "You sure as hell ain't a saleswoman, are yeh?"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>