The cat statue is a wash, after all. He'll have to let the merchant know to replace it, later. Sweeping it into the same small sack he'd deposited broken pottery shards in, he finally gets up, hooves thudding softly against the ground as he looks Billie over.

Daud doesn't laugh. Even so, there's the slightest crinkle at the corner of his eyes, quickly smoothed away.

"You look like you wish you had a bag of sleep darts."