"Don't be ridiculous. Those are the sort of things you give after the relationship is established. And definitely specific to our special boy. This Toreador... He's probably sensitive. A painter or something yes?" Morta pulled away though it was only to pace very casually in thought. "So something sensitive but inherently you."
She had made it around to the front of the counter and leaned her elbows on it, arching an eyebrow as she looked in Rook's eyes with a hint of amusement on her lips. "You wouldn't happen to have a collection of pretty black feathers somewhere, would you?"