Russell kissed him back softly. He wondered if his lover could hear how rapid his heart beat was as he eagerly followed him up the stairs. He didn't know what to expect, but he certainly wasn't expecting this. His eyes darted back and forth between the objects set out like a museum display. They were nearly sacred in his eyes. He couldn't touch them obviously, but laid his fingers on the glass and studied them as they deserved. They were beautiful. "Carrick," he breathed. "These are really the ones you carried in battle..." he was fascinated. But couldn't help wondering what was behind the curtain.