[hmm. he could have used those bird hearts. any number of delectable spells that can make use of those, especially in a place like duplicity, where a symbolic analogue for passion and love might be added to the base of any number of spells.

but there are many shops in this place. and now also: only one prudence blackwood.]

I didn't think patience was your favored virtue.

[the remark comes from a nearer source than where he was standing only a few moments ago, but it's doubtless no real surprise to prudence. she's had plenty of whispers in her ears before, and she knwos well enough the sound of a salutation coming from a handspan from the curve of her ear.]

But I'm sure it'll do wonders to enhance whatever strategy you've got next, up your sleeve. [his nose drifts so terribly near. if he were mortal, he'd be putting a cheek on her kiss. he isn't. he's a warlock; he smells the heat off her white hair. he touches her wrist, not the jar at all, friendly; only a single finger on the round bone.

the rat scuttles up his free arm, and then he steps away with a smile.]