[Geez, Nico, he made that pillow expressly for a practical purpose! What do you think he is, soft and squishy on the inside? But Nico's laughter is warm, and Hubert overlooks her nudge for it.]

I like to believe I am a reasonable man. I can be swayed with the appropriate arguments.

[He tucks the little sweater into a coat pocket, stepping away from the stall to allow others the chance to peruse—and to get away from the merchant's nosy watch. Hubert glances down at Nico and her crooked smile.] Was that all to your machinations, or will you be dragging me off on another odyssey?