Re: antique store: louis/claire
If she had more money on her, he would have been given that, too. As it was, she acknowledged the sound of disapproval, but Claire wouldn't take it back. She was already figuring out how to change her usual scouting path to include this store, as there was an overwhelming urge to protect the area and even this man in particular.
This time it was Claire's turn to frown. There was no proper way to answer his question. "I lost it years ago." That was only partially true. She had left it behind in Rome almost five years ago. Anything could have happened to it in that time, but she was more inclined to believe that it had been placed here for a reason. This reason. If someone was able to steal it from beneath the Vatican and walk out alive, it wouldn't be to sell it for a quick buck.
"What?" It was not a question for repetition. She heard him very clearly. No, she was asking for clarification. "What do you mean you've seen this before?" Her head moved quickly to turn her gaze back upon him, the sharp blade of the spear nicking her forehead just at the hairline. Not that Claire felt it. She was far more interested in the man that must have had some sort of premonition. There was little else to describe it unless he'd been on a battlefield with her before. Or he'd seen her mother? He didn't look old enough for that.
As she contemplated, the blade of the spear shimmered, the tiniest graze of her blood against the silver giving off a small hum before it absorbed the half a drop of wet crimson. Perhaps God had given him a vision, just as He had led her to this store. "In a dream?"