Bariyan watches the slinky. Then he watches the other objects on the table. None of them are terribly impressive looking. He looks across the room, spots: a greatsword, a mace, a battleaxe, some vaguely gun-shaped thing. Lots of vaguely gun-shaped things. He looks back at Sleuth's table. The items look even less impressive now.

He picks up the slinky, and slides it back into place.

"Er." Bariyan looks at his bottle. Nope. Still empty. He goes back to the conversation. "Why? ...Why anything from this table?"