Ioane, at least, spots the hesitance from a mile away. She'd wager this one wants to sell, but figures she can't. Best settle on an angle, and plumb it. Since Ser Reed's already set her up as mouthy and stupid, Ioane takes the bait-- "M'lord can afford it," she says, sounding faintly offended, as though the girl implied otherwise. "Mighty fine trinket like that, plenty worth your while."