#bergen_county

"Agreed."

"Speaking of jewelry, can I get your opinion on something? You know... as, like.. a girl."

"Sure? I'm not a girly girl, but... well, you know I can't lie for shit."

A snicker, and he digs around in a drawer a bit, before pulling out a small box. It has embossed lettering... BVLGARI.

"Do you think Cairrean will like this? I mean, I know you don't know her well, but... it's one of her brands, and it's not new, I got it on Ebay, but..."

She takes it, to look.

Inside is a necklace, nestled on black silk. It practically reeks of cost.

A slip of authenticity tucked under the silk, if eyed, states the metal as 18K rose gold, the diamonds as genuine, the eyes as slivers of malachite.

"That looks really expensive." A crease between her eyebrows. "Even used."

He nods a bit. "But it's worth it, if it makes her happy. I want her to be happy." A quiet insistence in his voice. "She doesn't like the cheap stuff. Says it turns her skin green."

"Are you happy?"

"I'm happy if she's happy." Simply.

Her mouth pulls.

"I..."

"Symon, I..."

An inquisitive glance.

"You deserve someone amazing, yeah?"

The corners of his mouth drift, and he has an almost dreamy look. "She is."

A head tilt as something occurs to her, and she kenns him.

"Yeah? Could you tell me more? I mean, she's got the admiration of my best friend, I'd like to understand..."

"I..." He looks a little absent. "She just is. When I'm around her, she's like the sun - everything else pales by comparison."

Oh, there's definitely glamour here. He's a fae! He has chimerical gear, and tattoos, and Lovecraft is lurking sulkily nearby, there's a lot of interference. It does feel like there is something active, maybe, like a cantrip? But that's not really unusual. Except, he was just sleeping.

"Does she ever get you gifts?"

He shakes his head. "I don't need 'em. I don't really gather... y'know, like, stuff."

A slight... ping? He didn't say anything that was untrue.

But something feels off.

"What does she do for you? I mean, yeah, everybody has different ways of showing things..."

"She doesn't have to do anything. She's enough." A hand goes to touch his chest, where there is a small bump under his shirt, leading from the faint glint of a chain around his neck. A touch reluctantly he admits, "She gave me a piece of jewelry, but I told her I don't need things, you know? I can't wear rings at the lab anyways, it's a biohazard thing. Sorry... it feels... weird to show it off. It's like... personal."

Her hands are fidgetty, twisting together from anxiety.

"Can I see it?"

"I be it's as amazing as she is."

"Here, I'll put that away. You were saying something about Siv?" Indicating the fancy jewelry box.

She offers the box back. "It is nice. The snake is very you."

A thin smile. "Thanks."

Maybe she can focus her kenning on that hint of a necklace...

"Dagmar?" He notices a hesitation as she focuses, and frowns a little. "What's up? You were saying something about Siv, and Rikki."

With that extra bit of effort, she can pick through the weave of distractions and other magic... and senses a definite glow from his necklace. It's enchanted, or a treasure, perhaps, and extends threads of glamour over Symon.

"Huh? Right, sorry."

"There's a sidhe that hired a hitman."

"I thought you might want to help Siv with her idea. You know I'm no good at tech stuff like that..."

"Siv is one of ours. Of course. She need help tracking the fucker down? I can help get answers out of the hitman, that can be fun..." A dark look spreading over him, but it's... not malevolent, it's just Symon. Pointed at a bad guy.

"She had a notion of bleedy the one who hired the hitman dry."

"Can't hire if you can't pay."

"Still, the one who tried the deed shouldn't walk away from it. They should crawl, or at least limp, minus a limb or two at best. And that's allowing for Seelie 'sensibilities'."

"And if you ain't got cash, that doesn't stop a vendetta. It just encourages them to be creative." A frown.

"Can't hire a hitman? Hunt a vicious chimera, catch it and let it loose while they sleep. Poison, poison is cheap and easy."

"Ain't saying Siv doesn't know her stuff, but I'd be worried that she'd just make Mr Whosit angrier."

"Mortals are easy to hit, too. Remember the guy who went after Nadeen's folks and the others? He had a score to settle, too."

"If it's a noble? Nobility has pull, even without money. Hell, even without retainers, they can Sovereign a new assassin if needed."

Frown, nod.

It seems like Symon as done more than the average consideration into ways to murder/kill/hurt people...

Well, not more than the average sluagh maybe. But he sounds MUCH more himself, and lively, even maybe excited about these prospects.

He fights a yawn. "Should make some tea, or coffee..." A sniff. "And maybe a shower." An apologetic glance to Dagmar who has not commented about the basement funk.

She's used to it!