When his friend sat up straight, Ordhan knew he had the other's attention. He was not sure if it would be easier if Conlan regarded him with the same flippant half-smirk that was his custom, rather than the serious glance he gave him now. The knight lowered his eyes, a brief faltering, before making himself hold his gaze upward.
The confusing commentary he received in answer was almost a relief in its familiarity; he did not bother to puzzle it out, but only shook his head. "No. It is not a wedding present." He would have indeed followed along Conlan's every guess, denying each and every jesting suggestion, had the other chosen to continue. Fortunately for both of them, Conlan did not go on.
There was no time left to waver after a question like that. Ordhan dipped his head and drew out a small packet, carefully-folded paper around a small object within. He set it on the table in front of Conlan. "I am not sure why I did not give it to you long ago," Ordhan said yet again, the stiffening of his usually-calm voice betraying his uneasiness. "I found it in your house before it burned." Maker save him, it made him sound like some feckless looter.