[ Instead of more text, what Xue Yang is subjected to is a man walking into the bookstore like he owns it. It would be polite to greet the other man first, but Linhardt sees an interesting book and wanders over to the shelf, running his fingers along the spines before he starts grabbing books and stuffing them into his bag. (It seems that Linhardt's concern over Xue Yang taking all the books was projection...).

When he's finished, he does approach, pulling out four small bags of candy and setting them on a table. True enough, he's brought a variety: One bag is chocolate, one is cinnamon, one is mint, and one is fruit flavored. ]

I genuinely wanted to know if being so off putting was successful in getting people to leave you alone.

[Greetings? Why bother? The man's love of corpses transgresses so many social boundaries, Linhardt doesn't see the point with any of them.]

If you did pretend to be a vain idiot, I am certain even more people would avoid you.

What happened to your friend?

[That had been the deal: Candy for information. If Linhardt had to leave and come talk to a person for no reason, he's going to be cross.]