Those eyestalks level a bit of a glare in Donnie's direction, the turtle's scowl turning into a bright and very false smile.

The shopkeep's expression sours as he looks to Leo again, the top eyes squinting. Leo seems to have hit things right on the nail there. He sighs heavily, as though very put upon, and perhaps by his perspective, he is.

"Twenty-five," he starts, but Donnie's already talking over him. "This is like pulling teeth, gotta give him a counter. Highball it and maybe he'll meet us in the middle. Honestly I'll settle for forty but if you can talk him down to half off I am certainly not complaining."