She composes herself and focuses on the hawking

She averted her eyes, hoping the man didn't notice the slip in composure, and she started asking about prices. The man suggested outrageously high prices, but she knew it was the game in the Souks.

As they argued and hawked, she noticed he kept accidentally brushing her fingers. It was weirdly erotic. She shuddered, not really because of the warm wind under her short dress, but rather at the idea. Surely, she couldn't be aroused? She repressed the weird thought and concentrated on the pots. There was so much choice, but none was worth the price asked, she thought. She kept pushing the prices down, but she realised what she really wanted was the looks of the red ceramics with the shape of one of the sandstone kettles. She asked if there was such a kettle somewhere in the shop.

The man thought quickly and suggested they look into the shelves in the back shop. He couldn't guarantee she'd find her happiness, but he would definitely try his best. She wondered whether he realised the innuendo in the sentence, but she decided to ignore it. Even if he was flirting with her, it didn't really matter, and it might help her get a better price!