HE'S SO BAD BUT HE DOES IT SO WELL | PRIVATE

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For a moment, Ilijas only stared at the ring, the unwavering certainty that that was one of his belongings nearly overwhelming him. He wanted to reach for it, to pull it from her neck and place it around his own but he couldn't... He had already forgotten his manners once, rudely informing Beverly that he was just wandering instead of even introducing himself. That wasn't like him, not at all. He had let himself be consumed by the familiarity of her and that immediately threw all reason from his head. Which wasn't a normal behavior of his, he realized suddenly. What was going on?

Her response succeeded in throwing him for a loop though, some strange part of himself suddenly amused in her defiance. Why? Why? He was so confused and if anything, there were far more daunting questions than answers at this point. He supposed his only choice was to actually say something in return, make up for his graceless behavior. [b][color=gray]"My apologies," Ilijas extended smoothly, though there were notes of reluctance - no, worry in his voice, [color=gray]"My name is Ilijas and I'm a wanderer. That ring... You're right, I must have just had one like it. What's your name?" It'd probably be better if he dropped the subject entirely... even if he knew that that ring was his.