Now Rawdon wasn't staring at the tiepin anymore. He was staring at Dan instead, eyeing him like he was completely mental. Maybe it was just the cocaine talking; after all, Rawdon felt capable of things he was sure he'd never have contemplated a few hours ago.
"How the fuck could you know who owned it by touching it?" he asked him bluntly, then swallowed down a large gulp of whiskey. This whole evening was getting really fucking weird.
"You're admiring my tiepin?" the ominous looking gentleman asked them. "Finest specimen of human molar," he confirmed, with a strange sort of a look in his eye that made Rawdon suddenly very aware of how much he liked his own teeth firmly inside his own head.