As he finishes with the dust he finally looks at you. He is not impressed by your suspicions or your antics.
The bundle itself is just a garment of somekind, you can’t remember where you’ve seen it before nor can you tell what it is in its rolled up form.
"Woulda invited ya to stay and chat awhile, but now I’m gonna have to ask ya to fuck off and go back to staring at the door. "
He turns away from you and starts threading needles with a couple choice threads.
Reviewing what he said and the fact that now he’s merely pissed at you and not attacking you. You feel that your suspicions were perhaps a tad misplaced and you may have hurt his feelings and shattered any trust that might have been formed previously.