( It was a tease but a sincere one; the information rings true even if she doesn't expect anything in turn, because this isn't the sort of thing she'd ever expect someone to pay her for. Despite his fumble, she supports the sudden tip of his weight and keeps him upright without so much as a missed step, keeping a hand about his waist in case she needed to tug him in to anchor him to her side. )

You aren't required, I promise. And I've got you.

( So yes, exactly like that, and he's already aware of his faux pas so she doesn't rub his nose in it. Just a gentle reassurance that she knows better than to let go of him entirely and he won't be hurting himself on her watch, even if he tries (by mistake). )

I imagine we all do, but it's just one of those tempering moments in life. We're almost somewhere quiet. Then we can sit and rest for a bit and you can walk out on your own two feet. ...In here?

( Some cracked open little shop, it seems. There's a metric fuckton of dildos inside, but hey. No vines in sight and a clear floor to see if any are creeping in. )