This was fun, Dune thought. And comfortable, in a way. Dalton had the attitude of a smooth professional, someone who knew exactly what he would do and how he would do it. And there was a funny element of salesmanship too, in the way he pulled out an arrangement of rings and bracelets for her to choose from. The agent felt a little twinge of guilt, like she ought to be paying for this kind service rather than bumming around the Circle.
As he presented the drawer to her, she made a soft 'ooh' sound of interest, reaching out momentarily before drawing her hand back to pinch her chin instead. She didn't want to smudge up the metals, and considered them without touching for a long moment. However, now that she knew Dalton liked to work with jewelry, another idea popped to mind.
“Actually! Wait-” she muttered, working the one ring she tended to wear more than others off her right hand. She held out the ring she'd been gifted from Merula, asking, “I already wear this most days, and it's pretty tough. Do you think you could work with this?”
As he presented the drawer to her, she made a soft 'ooh' sound of interest, reaching out momentarily before drawing her hand back to pinch her chin instead. She didn't want to smudge up the metals, and considered them without touching for a long moment. However, now that she knew Dalton liked to work with jewelry, another idea popped to mind.
“Actually! Wait-” she muttered, working the one ring she tended to wear more than others off her right hand. She held out the ring she'd been gifted from Merula, asking, “I already wear this most days, and it's pretty tough. Do you think you could work with this?”