Jo didn't see the look on his face nor did she realize what she had done, her attention still focused on the charm in her nimble hands. It really was something, if not a very special piece of something that for the life of her, she wouldn't been able to re-create herself.
Even the one she found in her mum's belongings before she passed away wasn't this well-crafted. And that one, ironically enough, was a family heirloom, or so she told Jo.
Even so, the response from the Greek smith had her biting the inside of her cheek as she looked back at him.
"Alright, if you insist." She wondered what the Greek word for "thanks" was and "glass". Because it felt like he could certainly see right through her with those eyes. "Do you believe in the 'evil eye' then?"