throws a really red ruby at : )
It is fitting, and she will give him that. He radiates the colour; but it is more. There is an arrogance there, one that he wants her to know about. As though – and it is that which dictates it – she could not work that out for herself.
Fitting indeed, that the master of blackness whose only colour is red should give her a ruby.
“And what am I to make of this, Master of Shadows?” She muses lightly, sharp gaze flickering from the stone deftly dancing between clawed fingertips to eyes concealed by an ever more irritating mask.
“Would it be a personal insult to refuse such a thoughtful gift?”