With those eyes on him his posture shifts, the casual slouch replaced with a courtier's attentiveness, and he thinks of the more alien aliens he's known in the city. Chiana, Ax, Ilyria...yes, definitely more on the Ilyria end of the scale. Respect where it is (probably) desired, whether or not it is due, is likely the best tack to take for now.

"Pardon my familiarity, highness," he says with a little half-bow, though showing more of the zipper does send a chill down his spine. But then that's normal around strangers. "And yes, I have a fairly wide selection of tools available for purchase. Can I assist you in finding anything specific?"