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[danceinblood]

*she kneels on the floor, her jewelry (glints of gold and silver and gems) spread out before her, neatly categorized. a small frown is on her painted lips-- something is missing.*

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[illgotten]

Mordred pauses in the doorway. "Problem?"

[illgotten]

"Well, let's see." He pokes amid the clutter on the nightstand, turns over the bright layers of clothing draped over a chair back, holds up something that tumbles, glittering, out of a fold. "This it?"

[danceinblood]

Salomé glances up, drops the scarf she's holding, claps her hands together, beaming. "Ay!"

[illgotten]

"Excellent." He hands it to her with a smile.

[danceinblood]

"I thank you." She smiles too, and then, struck by a thought, rifles through one of the drawers-- most likely searching for something suitable to give to a man. There isn't much, and so instead she selects a scarf, the pattern and colours bold. Looking quite pleased with herself, she holds it out to him.

[illgotten]

That gets a lift of the eyebrows, and an odd, almost embarrassed look for the space of a breath or two. Then he takes it, with a little half-ironic bow.

[danceinblood]

She doesn't quite catch the irony (most don't use it, when speaking to Herodias' daughter) and so she simply smiles and smiles-- and this, of course, she thinks almost as great a reward as the silk scarf.