"Hey." Roland looks over to Tidus, frowning from where he stands. "I take offense to that. I'm not a candy mercenary!" Seriously, trading goods in barter was definitely not getting sold out for the right price! No, this was just trade deals being passed, certainly not war!

But that only answers one of these teens. The other is using his own tactics on Roland, and he's smart to do so. It almost works, softening him up to a degree that the use of such a moniker grants Inigo, His tail is swishing faster too. He's a hardened warrior, though! He can take this heat! These dirty moves! He must flaunt his mastery of total diplomacy!

Or at least, attempt it.

"Okay, hold on a second here. Inigo, I - daddy just really wants those sour candies. What if I propose a way to make both of you happy? Neither of us go after you," Roland turns back to the one backing away, protecting his assets (the candy bar of course), then again to Inigo with his big puppy eyes, oh boy let's not stare too hard into those. "And Inigo gets at least thirty seconds with his candy bar back to decide if he wants a trade or not. Meanwhile, I get to offer my whole pile for both of your sour treats. Deal?"