This is why I need Huaisang's keen eye.

[He places the package back on the rack where he'd taken it, giving it the closest approximation of the stink eye his brain mired and fermented in formality can muster.]

I cannot count the many times I have been fooled by a fine package and my painting has suffered dearly for it.

[Forgive him Huaisang, he knows not what he says.

Or does he?]