Somewhere, sometime, somebody is going to think Angela as fae with her lack of this modesty concept. It really won't be the first time. "Now people are going to think I picked up one of the performers to take home... and that's pretty much all right with me."

She laughs but it's suddenly cut off by her attention being diverted away from Tadhg's pecs to what's hanging down from his neck between them. The pendant sparkles in the afternoon sunlight, enough to get Angela to pay attention to something artistic.

"Pretty," she muses in a low voice, running her finger over the intricate knot work.