[good. cause that'd've been the second mistake someone made tonight. dabi normally doesn't carry any of his wares around with him. he works out a trade first, agrees to it, and then brings the goods to a separate meeting place. levi happened to luck out that a previous trade hadn't gone through. for reasons called mistake number ne. so he gets the rare treat of seeing first.

the other bit of information, however, earns a slight twitch at the villain's brow, and he lazily passes the yellow container to his other hand.]

Yeah, see that's gonna be a problem.

[as expected, most likely. the guy's new, however, and dabi's not an idiot.]

Most locals value blood. Little vials of it, pin pricks, stuff hardened into stone. But people like you and I---sleepers, they call us---ain't really interested in that kinda shit.

[dabi regards the other man with the same cool gaze.]

I tend to look for stuff that's equal to or better than what I'm givin away. Things other people'd find valuable.

[but since he's knew here and sending him off on some vague goose chase without definition would be detrimental... dabi leans back in the booth.]

You familiar with the shit ya got in those bags on arrival? Specifically those lunar orbs, the canteens, or the robes. I ain't askin for yours, but if ya happen to find one of those things no one's usin, think we could work somethin out here.

[and rolls the container to his other hand again.]

Or we'll settle on ya owin me a "favor" in the future.