Well, he's been playing this game long enough that he's not going to get upset. Instead, he takes up a satchel (sorry, Vanyel, he's borrowing this) and packs up the health potions he'd purchased. "Oh yes, don't let me keep you if you've more business to run. An industrious man is always an attractive quality." Lay it on thick, even when things are coming to a close.

"Should you wish to find me, simply ask around for Rotund'jere, the Necrophos. I'm sure I'll turn up, especially if I hear your name in turn. Until then..." Another knowing smile as he turns and swishes away, his scythe tapping with his steps. Now, where's a good place to destroy and/or dump out these potions...