Amycus turned in his chair so that he was facing Riona, grinning back at her and laughing as she gave herself a mustache with a strand of her hair. "Not a good look for you," he told her honestly. He was comfortable being with Riona and he couldn't help but feel a little guilty that her brother's death was what made him realize it.
"Michael would have loved it," he told her, fairly confident that he was right in saying so. He'd had a passing friendship with her brother and had heard the affection and pride in his voice whenever the topic of his younger sister came up.