She smirks at him, leaning back against a table, at the mention of business, arms crossed beneath her breasts. "Well, unfortunately, my normal offer doesn't look like it would work well with you, as you already seem rather taken. That, and you're a little small, for me, no offense," she says, laughing lightly, her comments, perhaps, meant to be taken as a joke. "In truth... there is little wealth in this village, aside form my personal hoard, and even that, I suspect, holds little interest for you. So, I turn it back to you; what price would you request?"