The seller amiably hands over a decent-sized sack when they hear a clatter, which has them both glance over (and a few others). Xue Yang's expression flicks from the charming smile, to slight calculation, and back to the grin she's used to.

"Sect Sister!" Laying on the delight as he draws that persona over him. He even bows slightly to the seller before sauntering over to her, slinging the sack over a shoulder. Well. She hasn't attacked, so maybe he can turn this to an advantage.

"Did you want an apple, Sister?" He reaches into the bag to pluck one out and holds it out in offer. She'll see the calculation in his eyes, in his sharp smile, but he hasn't actually had time to do anything to the fruit. Should be safe enough, right?