[Oh, bribery then. Well, Drift is not against using such tactics when deemed absolutely necessary, which they might be here soon. Truth of the matter is though...he sort of likes the attention. (Except for the tugging, that could get old.) And his ego would really like this not to be happening in the middle of a crowded street, witnessed by a stranger with oddly familiar red eyes. So Drift turns to the nearest stall, and without any barter what-so-ever, plucks a large candy on a stick and throws down some coin--far too much, but it's the price of his dignity here--then waves the brightly colored treat in front of the small child. The gambit seems to work, the child scampering after the candy at arms length as Drift squats down.]

I'll let you have it if you go share with your other friends.

[The child takes it eagerly, issuing something that might be an excited thank you, then seems to deflate when Drift holds a hand up, blocking the child from reclaiming his perch. He stands, forlorn a moment, and it's then that Drift notices the shabby clothes, dirty face, and thin face. A sigh heaves from his vents.]

We can play again tomorrow, okay?

[With a cheer, the child throws his arms around Drift's one, then scampers off down the alleyway, clearly at home.]

Well, what do you know. That actually worked.