Re: Gilmore/Irene
"Ms Adler," the sorcerer replied in his deep, rumbling baritone, "a vision in silver."
Gilmore took her hand in his, trace residue of magic still pulsing across his fingertips like static electricity, and shook it deftly. When he let it go, he glanced sideways at the dragon, who had since settled its head upon its paws and was watching Irene through half-lidded eyes.
"En'daren says that between the two of us, gold and silver, we would make a half-decent dragon's hoard. What a pair!" Gilmore guffawed heartily and began to step further into the room. "Surely, we belong together. Shall we walk? I simply can't bear to be empty-handed, bereft of a drink of fashion, at such a wonderful event. And then you can tell me all about your services, hmm?"