"Top shelf," Dex said, and jerked his head rather than point a finger in the general direction where she could find it. He opted not to comment on her inability to finish the sentence, probably a good thing she didn't finish it.
He settled to start working more intimately with the staff, infusing it with a little magic, to prepare it for the ritual that was to come. He frowned, glad ax couldn't read his mind, or she'd translate that thought into something decidedly dirty.