Rhysand gave her a smile so warm as the sun. He would play along. Surely one day she would let it out. And he would be there. Today, he shook his head.
"I disagree," he told her as he point the camera at her. "I love to hear you talk. You could read a political document to me and I would be simply wrapped around your finger. Which, by the way, are also very nice. I should put some jewelry on those, too, hm?"