Honestly, it was far more than she had any right to expect from him, given the vast difference in their respective stations. He told her that the choker around her neck was something she would guard carefully if she knew what was good for her.
It was the answer to one of her most pressing questions, which was how it was that she was able to walk around on the bottom of the ocean and breathe like it was dry land.
"The workings of the thing are difficult to explain," he'd told her while he sipped on some dark red liquid she deeply hoped was wine, "and it's far more tedious than I've any wish to get into. In layman's terms -"
"I'm sorry," Juri had interrupted, "are you calling me stupid?"
