Claire flashed him a wink as he handed her the cane sheath, the angel sword whirling once out of sheer habit before she drove it home. By any perspective, the blade looked too wide to fit in the cane, especially at the hilt- but fit it did. Easily. It was something she'd discovered as an eighteen year old trying to sneak it practically everywhere she went.
She looked back at him, passing the weapon across the distance between them when she caught that look. It pulled at her chest hard, even stopped her breath. There was absolutely nothing close to catching him looking at her like that. It was all she ever needed.
"Maybe," she started, bouncing her brows high. "But it hasn't had an angel to listen to for a long time."