Faro settles into the chair, shaking his head at her offer of tea with a softly mouthed, "oh, no thank you," then a louder and with a proper nod of greeting, "It's a pleasure to meet you, too"

He takes a deep breath; best get right to the point so he's got time to soothe his wounded pride if she throws him out.

"So... so I'm a broider. Bbut not a tailor, I don't-" He points to the cloak she's working on, then a broader gesture to the rest of her wares, "Nnnot as trade. If- if I move here, instead of- ccommpete-"

Faro makes fists with both hands, holding them near his waist to avoid it looking like he's about to hit her. As he finishes his stumbling sentence, he entwines his fingers together in the center, both to plead and to supplement his meaning: "Work together?"