At that point it was only Kazim's do-gooder influence that kept Amycus from pouncing. She was flirting with him. And was clearly desperate. The fact that she was beholden to him before he'd even done anything was intoxicating. "Well, your enthusiasm is catching," he said, stuffing down his instincts. He noticed her looking at the necklace. "Would you like to try it on?"
Without waiting for an answer he deftly lifted the chain out of the box and slipped it around her neck, moving around behind her to fasten the clasp. Of course he had to brush a lock of hair out of the way.