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Jessie gave her a strange look. She really was a terrible liar... but it was true, she had left her glove inside. Giving a small nod, he went back inside briskly and picked up the article of clothing he'd inadvertently stolen, having put it aside with the intention of returning it to her the next day after finding it while tidying up.

"Here it is," he said, placing it back into her hands "I'm terribly sorry for the inconvenience this must have caused you... your poor hand must be freezing!"

"But..." he continued, rather tentatively. He didn't want to make her uncomfortable, but... something was wrong, and something had been wrong for some time. Hadn't she been wanting to tell him something for days now? "I get the feeling that this is not the true reason you came to see me, my lotha'uss. Please... I wish you could trust me enough to tell me what's really bothering you."

Jessie blinked at her, almost unsure he'd heard her correctly. He hadn't expected her to turn things back on him... and on a subject that seemed so unrelated to what he'd asked of her.

"I... I have so many weapons..." he said quietly, mind whirling with images of all his possessions. It was his turn to be silent and mull things over.

After several minutes, his expression was growing increasingly concerned. Eyebrows furrowing, he appeared to be chewing at the insides of his cheeks as he thought, as if he were building up to a disturbing conclusion.

Then, as his expression seemed to reach its most pained, he suddenly relaxed, and even began to smile. How could he have forgotten?

"I do have a favourite weapon," he breathed, with a hint of utter relief. "I... I was actually steeling myself to say that out of all my riches, I have none that I value very much at all," he revealed, very sadly. "What would that say about me as a person...?"

Turning his body around 45 degrees away from her, he reached around with his right hand, which somehow disappeared into the folds of his robe. It was a strange sight, because his robes didn't even appear to have folds... it was as if the hand was simply swallowed by a great, dark mass. A moment later, the muted sound of drawing steel could be heard, and Jessie pulled slowly from the black depths a shining rapier, with an almost pearly-grey handle and a dazzling blade. He held it out for her to inspect.

"Mergloth* is its name", he said, with a hint of pride and triumph "I carry it everywhere with me. It has served me very well over the years. It is easily my favourite, but..."

He touched her arm gently with his free hand... making sure to keep it still, and not run it sensually up her skin as he had a few hours earlier with her waist.

"What does this have to do with anything, my lo- lotha'uss?"

He slid the blade back into its concealed holder, perturbed by the intensity in her eyes. Frowning, his heart began to beat a little faster. What exactly was going on here?

A long silence passed between the two of them. Her last request, even though she'd looked down submissively, had almost been a challenge. He wasn't used to her asking things of him, but... it didn't make him angry, or defensive. In fact, he hoped it meant she was beginning to feel more comfortable around him as a person, and not as a superior.

He stepped closer to her slowly, until their two bodies were almost pressed against eachother. "I almost couldn't choose a favoured weapon, because at the end of the day... they're just weapons," he said, as much intensity in his gaze as hers "Objects - all of them, even Mergloth. There are much more important things in life than objects... like humans, for example."

With a small sigh, Jessie allowed his head to loll forwards and rest, forehead to forehead, on hers. "I would not die if Mergloth were removed from me," he whispered, having taken both of her hands. He suddenly felt very vulnerable... and it seemed to come through in his voice. "I would die if you were."