So long as he doesn't try to call her 'kitten', she can forgive being called a cat. Usually.

Such an enthusiastic fairgoer has no trouble drawing her attention, which is the trouble: he'd be an excellent distraction, witting or no, for those with eyes bigger than their coin purse. The gems are tucked away while she surreptitiously scans the crowd around her camp. Despite her suspicions, the Doctor's greeting is met with a smile and a deferential dip of her head. "Greetings, friend. I have many fine wares for sale today. It is certain a discerning gentleman such as yourself will have no trouble finding something of interest."

The suit makes her think he's a gentleman, and probably educated; the boa... she doesn't know what to make of that. "I offer rare books on a variety of subjects, should that interest you. Or perhaps a magical trinket to protect a loved one, or some exotic perfume to please them?"