[He holds up his hands to clearly convey "okay okay no touching," because he is a reasonable dickhead sometimes.]

You look good like that. Really impressive. Are you a bard now? Can all that fame inspire the masses? 'Cause that'd be something. I'd like to see that.

[What was the point here? Nothing. There was no point. The blacksmith is looking at them with deep annoyance that they're doing a bit in his shop, but tends his bellows with a grumble, content to ignore it... for now.]