"True. I think I'd wear them with the leather kilt," he says, looking up at him and batting his eyelashes. "If you buy me a pair I'll pay you back."

Mosy likely with...services, rather than money.

As he continues to browse, he of course notices the young woman who comes in. He overhears some of her order of costumes and wonders why she would need them, but then the smile she gives him might explain it. Returning the smile, he casually browses closer.

"Planning a party?" he asks her, his own Berliner accent prominent.