The expression of the man's face would suggest his stare was not suspicion so much as a man's reflex to stare at such a female. His partner and the shopmistress now stared at Kass as well, the former telling the latter with a meaningful smile, "Don't let us delay you from my tasks you might have in the back." The shopmistress did just that.<br/><br/>The lady with the scarf looked Kass up and down, and smirked, "And let me guess, there is a certain, shall we say, fashion consultancy fee associated with your advice. We might be inclined, for one such as yourself, to make a consultation appointment at, say, dusk. But we certainly can - nay, must - negotiate mundane details now."<br/><br/>The man smiled faintly, appraising Kass, "Yielding us artistic license for more, hrm, aesthetic concerns later. I-"<br/><br/>he broke off, and stared out the front door, but there was no one there. His eyes seemed to follow something and he laughed a bit, then continued, "-shall look forward to getting your opinion on my own 'less is more' philosophy of feminine fashion."<br/><br/>A mildly drunk pair of youths stumbled into the doorway, looked around, then one shrugged, "Wrong address," and the other, noticing the wares, laughed and burped, "Right address if you ask me!" but then laughed and pulled his mate back outside and down the street.<br/><br/>The lady laughed a bit under her breath. As she and her partner moved and spoke, Kass would get the visual sense of a second visage of each - like the pictures carefully drawn so that one can see them as either or two images by looking at it a certain way, their appearances seemed to be  overlayed by others entirely: the man's features angular but less handsome, his hair white despite a none-too-aged face; his clothing was sable blue but for a crimson cape, and loose-fitting and many-pocketed in the style favored by arcanists. The woman meanwhile had a second visage which a bit less youthful and beautiful, blue-haired, and of tight-fitting clothing of deep purple. Kass would also get a sense from the man's speech rhythms, body language, and eye focus that he was under some enchantment.<br/><br/>The lady continued, "And the detail first is this - he and I, now, will cast a divination spell apiece. They are well and perfectly harmless, his for the presence of other magic dweomers about, mine to fish out mistruths in anything you say thereafter.  From my spell you will feel an instinct in your mind to push it away - do not, for even in the unlikely event that you manage to by force of will, I will be aware that you did."<br/><br/><br/>aha, that works...and nice outfit!