"Whatever." he narrowed his eyes at her and mock glared. "Next time I will drag you along and then when your mother sends me a Howler for my behaviour, I will tell he it is because you made me give up the other women." He had a juvenile urge to stick his tongue out at her and resisted.
"I am surprised you are not already engaged to some wrinkled and hunch backed old Count with more money than eyesight." He pulled a small velvet bag out of his pocket and held it up. "You need a Count, a man could go broke just being friends with you, I would hate to be your lover.."
He handed her the drawstring bag which contained a small silver bracelet. It was just a trinket he had picked up in Paris when the Falcons had sent him and another player on a mission to recruit a French wizard. "It's just a random thing I saw.." he resumed his spot on the bed and watched her with a smirk.