Misha watched with curiosity, as Bella squirmed almost imperceptibly in her seat. He was obviously making her uncomfortable, but she didn't seem like the kind of girl to still be thrown off by a little accidental nudity.
"He's tried to explain it to me," he replied, glad to see that she was at least partially participating in the conversation. He picked up one of his brother's trinkets from the counter, and turned it over in his hand. Everything looked so small and intricate. Misha had hands for correcting a slave's posture, not for fiddling with springs.
"In this way, I guess he is smarter than me, but he doesn't really get what I do either."