Her eyes are dark pools of shadow, her fingers are warm as she lingers over the the bead, almost reluctant to let it go. I feel a burst of disappointment when she turns away and relief when I am able to get her to look back at me over her shoulder.

Uhm, you don't have to, She starts to say and I open my mouth to try to convince her to accept. But then she does, in the short, abrupt manner I have heard some mortals use. I give her another smile. and gesture to the tray in front of me.

"Which one would you like?" I lean over to point out my own choice to the attendant, and my new companion's scent rises pleasingly to me. Myrrh and various herbs, plus the warm scent of her skin. I wonder if her hair is as soft as it looks.