That brought a twinkle to his eye, and a grin to his lips. "Now, now. When have I ever failed you?" He asked. A rhetorical question, of course, considering that he failed his clan basically every day, but that was beside the point. He tilted his head as he padded down his pockets for a moment, and then:

"Ahh, here it is." He pulled out a very small package from his pocket - a perfect, delicate comb, of some kind of opalescent white stone. He stepped over a few rocks and held it out to her. "Will this suffice for my toll?" He teased.