Charles slowly rolls up to the man, watching the gun being thrust into his fingers. The attire he wears makes Charles wonder if he is a man out of time, but he doesn't know the man well enough to mention it. He smiles, hopefully giving him a reassuring look.

"It's a form of expression here, sadly. He's a barker, just trying to get you to play his game. I don't believe he's actually calling you a sweetheart or indicating anyone in your close proximity," he says softly. "It's a general assumption. You must have someone. Spend your coin and win something for them. You can give it back."

He'll have to forgive Charles for not standing. "You look a little lost."