[ um. they must've not heard him the first time, so he'll repeat (in a slightly more sing-songy tone): ]

The cute little statues! I think it'd be happy on my windowsill, staring out into the streets.

[ but he notices that this person is... really just letting themselves get wet, huh? they're going to catch a cold. he quickly scoots over to make sure his umbrella covers them too. ]

A sense of danger? [ a moment, as he thinks. ] No. Think I can buy one of those?

[ hehe. ]