The trade goes well, and Mayerling is sure enough in his returns to have means to purchase what he requires at a later date. He would prefer not to live off D's charity more or longer than he needs to. He values survival greater than ego, but no one ought to live merely off the labor of others.

While he's remained aware of plenty of eyes on him, his distinctive clothes and looks making him stand out, he watches the sociable one return. Since the tip worked out, he's no reason to turn him away. A night market in dangerous places usually is not one made of charity in his experience. The question has more behind it.

So far, Mayerling has not had the ability to lie, something he discovered in a relatively safe situation. It limits his options but not terribly so. "They came up as a means of reducing corruption," Mayerling replies, "Tis the season." For the mushrooms.