It might be hard to tell, given that Dave is wearing sunglasses, but he's equally uncomfortable here and barely keeping it hidden. He has minimal experience, no social skills and he really needs to sell things and not just make jokes about how it's weird, overpriced garbage.

The last one is the most difficult thing.

"Look, I don't really take inventory here.. to be honest, I barely even work here." He glances from side to side, feeling fully aware that the shopkeep could pop out any moment and scold him for not selling wares well enough.

"Not unless straight guys like smooth, cool surfaces." He raises a quizzical brow as if he's legitimately wondering about this. "Maybe like this.." He picks up something that looks like it could be vagina shaped. He wants to die. End this. He's suffering. "And that place that sells chili lube."

Ask not for whom the bell tolls...