Again, Conditions.

"Look don't gimme them godamn puppy dog eyes" he said, righting her in his lap. "If I get any kinda blood sucker in there... In this heat I'll never get 'em out, Gotta move again... Bastards... So I gotta be extra careful else I can't even consider lettin' you in."

(Contested sociability 1d20=7+1=8, Enemy failure)

"Well, it's been a fair while since I had company, less you count that parrot that could talk that one time, and I don't because he just repeats what you say... Boy I miss that parrot... but thats neither here nor there, I'd take money if you had it, But you ain't got none... Do ya? I'd take goods too, No traders come by this way so Trade goods is hard to get out here, Silk especially, boy I love that stuff... Get 'em off the Sand moths down in the desert ya do... but ya don't got none... Do ya?" he hurumphed. "So I gotta take some services, So what can ya do? And yeah... I do know how to get rid of 'em... you go swimmin, they ooze right out of whatever hole they've decided to grow in... Hope it ain't yer nose girly... That ain't a pleasant way to go about it... I know" he nodded.