Oh, a foreigner! Not unusual - tourists love to see what Manhattan has to offer. But a quick look over and - yeah, not probable. This guy is here with a purpose. If that purpose is a fancy gift for his girlfriend or hunting the paranormal, well, only a good conversation can tell.

Except Dave sucks at making goood, not nerd conversation. He jumps back when John startles, and rolls his eyes at the shoes comment. There's always something in his life that people will comment on, isn't there? His voice, his awkwardness, now this...

"Thanks. Family tradition."

Well, technically it is, even if it's from a family that existed back in medieval history. After some hesitation, he walks toward John, hands already gesturing like crazy as he explains. Better stick to the not-quite-salesman speech his master taught him, no point in trying to play dumb - he's a terrible, terrible liar. Everyone in his life have told him so.

"We probably do, yeah. Buuut you'll have to be more specific? You want more lamps, or some really old stuff, or things with stories behind them? Some of our buyers like looking for..." He rubs the back of his head, wondering if he should go for it. Oh, to hell with it, it's not like being smooth is his deal. "...authenticity."