[It does, although it's more what he does pick up - that shifting, hazy fog shrouding everything, casting shadows and sifting light in equal parts. There's nothing definite about her. It's almost infuriating, but at the same time it's a mystery, a challenge.

People are too easily readable about the positions of their hearts. It's been a while since he's had to work to figure out someone's leanings.]

What tea are you drinking? It smells wonderful.