[ Oh, a mastermind, is he? He's going to have to watch for this one. Not that he isn't gratefully accepting the water bottle anyway, taking a sip as he watches Wriothesley rummage around for his discarded clothes. When the jewellike object comes into view, his gaze brightens in interest. With his free hand, he reaches to touch the other man's wrist instead of the trinket itself, fingers poised delicately on his skin. ]
So you were chosen to have it? [ He observes its luminance quietly. ] I do like it. It suits you.
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So you were chosen to have it? [ He observes its luminance quietly. ] I do like it. It suits you.