"Oh really?" And am I getting taken home then? would have been the next words to pass his lips, had he not noticed Angela's sudden interest in his warding medallion. He crafted the piece of silver to hold certain spells at the ready, and among those are measures (some subtle, some less so) to discourage theft of the ward itself.

Nothing serious to worry about, though. A slight shift so that she touches skin before she touches metal, a moment's focus, and he more or less tells the magic he placed in the pendant that Angela is a friend, not a cutpurse or pickpocket. It lies inert under finger, seeming nothing more than an ordinary piece of jewelry.

"Thank you," he murmurs at her compliment, noting her careful attention to detail. "The casting was fairly straightforward, but etching on the fine detail took time."