*It appears that he's looking at the coins, when it actuality he's still sizing up his customers. He places the eyepiece back on the counter top, and sighs.*

"I'm cuttin' my own throat here kid, but best I can do is Five.."

*Raph happens to catch his eye. Subtly, from behind Andrew's back, there's a gesture that more money is needed.*

"Seven..."

*The gesture continues*

"Eight.."

*just a little more Chet...*

"Eight-fifty. My final offer."

*Raph smiles.*