"My, Gaeta. If I knew you were going to try and sell me something the moment I let you in, I would have left you out there."

This is all delivered with a laughing tone as he takes the single candle he'd lit in the house to go and light a few of the oil lamps. Peter, sensing a visitor, comes floating in to eye Gaeta cautiously.

He sets down the candle as he circles back. "I would appreciate one. Thank you very much."