“Plain black, I think.” She pulled a long tangle of black silk cord free of the pile and began to straighten it, winding it around her fingers. “Unless you want to be changing the cord to match your clothes?” She grinned and flicked the cord he was holding, then dropped a kiss on his fingers.“Plain black it is,” he agreed, because there was no way he would
be motivated toremember that. He draped the gray one over her hair, and reached back to unhook the paperclip currently haphazardly holding the necklace on, before he slid the small pendant off of the chain.
She plucked the chain from his fingers, looking at the broken bit. “I can probably fix this, although I still wouldn’t keep wearing it under the armor. It doesn’t have enough give. What’s the design, anyway?”