Kael would have happily accepted it if he knew that the spot was his. But seeing that the man in front of him was a human, he felt like the man would pick the busty light elf instead; most humans were perverts in his eyes.
Noah considered their legitimate concerns before offering a solution that demonstrated his growing creativity in handling issues that came with his shopkeeping.
"You can do rock, paper, scissors to determine order. This way you can both be satisfied with the result, as I will have no power to alter the result," he suggested with helpful enthusiasm.
Both pseudo-archmages stared at him with expressions that mixed confusion and growing suspicion about his mental state.
"Rock... paper... what?" Elena asked slowly. She had no clue what the phrase meant, but she had a hunch that it was part of the human culture, which she had no clue about.
"Scissors," Kael finished with equal bewilderment. "What manner of strange human ritual is this supposed to represent?"
