Harper
I thank whatever gods may be
for my unconquerable soul
Trading ground is definitely forward movement, especially because it implies a society of some sorts. A town, a city? Judging by the wilderness around them and the lack of transportation, he'd wager a town at the most, otherwise Oliver had been walking for hours. "I'm sure I don't need anything so fancy as tailored clothes," he assures kindly, more than willing to prioritize quantity over quality considering how little he had arrived with. Especially unwilling to become indebted to a specific person so quickly, no matter how highly he liked to think of strangers. Such optimism would have to be carefully applied until he figures out the inner workings of this land. A teasing grin is shot Oliver's way at the idea of offering up services. "What, they won't just swoon at my good looks and give me everything they have?" Preposterous! But he'd rather not bring up his particular...talents to the young man. They were ill-suited for these strangely peaceful people that Oliver spoke about, and he doesn't wish to tarnish the man's perception of him so soon. Preferring to laugh in surprise at Oliver's attempt at joking, eyes taking in the visible differences between their builds. "I'm sure I could squeeze like, half a thigh into your pants. Good enough right?" Brilliant blues sparkle with hilarity, because well. He's hilarious. Or at least he likes to think he is.
