He's almost got it, then he makes eye contact with the little girl and freezes. And, of course, she goes right ahead and calls him out, but that doesn't stop him from spitefully shoving the sticker on to Daryl's sleeve anyway. Ghoul doesn't look thrilled that he's lost another point, but hell, he can't bring himself to be mad at a kid.

Doesn't mean Daryl's safe. "Hah. You're real funny." His comment is just as flat. Much as he'd like to include some swearing, he knows better than to curse a whole bunch in front of a child. Even if Daryl just did it...

Still, he's not smart enough to refrain from flipping him off. As if the girl doesn't have eyes and can't see it. When he addresses her directly, though, he's all rude-gesture-free and pleasant. "You talkin' about these?" He holds up the sticker sheet about half-full of colorful dinosaurs. "Just some stickers. You want one?"