"The way you talk about Antiva. I always imagine walking into a market there and smelling spices before I can see the merchant selling them. Everything looking like different shades of gold and caramel, except the clothes. Bright clothes, silk and cotton, the kind that don't fade easily. All the women as beautiful and graceful as Lady Montilyet, and all the men as charming as you. Or. Almost as charming."

She flashes a smile without looking at him, a secret he will only know if he's watching.