"Mika...why are you smiling like that?"
But Mika's smirk only deepened, his eyes glittering with the quiet satisfaction of someone who had already set the board and placed the pieces.
"I understand how much you like it, Yelena." He began smoothly, voice calm, almost coaxing. "You've always loved pretty things, bracelets, necklaces, earrings. You light up when you wear them. I know that."
His hand slid over hers, and for a moment she thought he was going to give in. But instead, he tugged lightly, prying at her grip until the metal shifted in her arms.
"But this..." He said, voice firmer. "...is something I can't give away. Not this one. You'll have to forget about it."
"Huh? Why? Why not?...I mean, come on, Mika, have I ever asked you for anything? Anything at all?"
Her face fell instantly, lips curving into a pout that was both childish and stubborn, her arms folding the artifact closer against her chest as if protecting it from a thief.
