He huffed a laugh and ran his hand through his hair to brush it off his face. “No, I can’t say I do.”
There was a pause.
He’d probably been expecting her to bite him.
Heat rose across her face. She wished she had, but his physiology was so interesting. She couldn’t just encounter something like that and ignore it.
He cleared his throat. “I have something for you.” He reached into his pocket and tossed an object to her.
She caught it reflexively, studying it. It was a tarnished silver ring; she knew it by both sight and resonance, although her silver resonance was minimal, not high enough for her repertoire to be considered noble. However, this ring was hand-forged rather than transmutationally crafted; she could see the hammer marks that had beaten a scaled, almost geometric pattern o
