"You didn't answer my question" she allowed him to grow comfortable before asking. Revyn was not some elk in the woods, that she could sneak upon and corner between some tall rocks, so she had to exercise some politeness on him.

It was quite unfair of him to try to ignore her amulet, especially after the trouble she went to get it. But then, one does not expect a draug to be possessive of an old amulet lying around, the bastard wasn't even wearing it but he still followed her across half the barrow for it.

The amulet itself was not of her personal tastes. The whole thing was too full of frills, she'd much rather have an enchanted necklace that was practical for her. Maybe she's buy one what could help her with her warhammer afterwards.

"The silver emerald one would look better on you" he was good, and at the same time, he was a bastard. No matter if she found him endearing, or if his tea was nice tasting, her need to punch him was rising. "And by the look of your face, I'm sure that this was not what you wanted to hear"

Her grip on her cup softened as she watched him compose himself, lowering his own cut, and running a bony hand trough his hair before focusing on her.

"Custom on the Amulet of Mara is a Skyrim thing, a Nord thing in opinion. I can see it's fine points, since this is an unforgiving land and no one want to die alone on the snow" she woman wanted to interrupt him, but he only raised a hand when her mouth opened. He was not finished, and since she pressed him to talk, the least she could do was listen to him. "I'd be delighted to have your company, but it would be unfair of me to ask a woman I like, to live in a place I don't want to live myself. I'd never be able to propose a life in the Gray Quarter to you, I'm sorry."

This wasn't a rejection, it didn't sound like one, even if it the sting of it was quite similar. This non rejection would have to do, Lisbeth tried to convince herself that her initial plans were still in place, but now was her time to be consumed with nervousness.

Removing the ugly amulet was easy, the braided leather was soft with age, giving under the force she applied to remove it over her head. It now laid on her palm, looking at her, the enchanting of it tickling her skin.

"Maybe... maybe I don't care about where I live if I get to live with someone I care about. Or maybe I share the same feelings you do." reaching out for him with the amulet and waiting for him to see it as an offer was embarrassing. The fear of rejection loomed over her shoulders, and now she felt bad about pressuring him to say something. That must have been as bad for him as it was being for her. Or maybe he felt the rejection now.

She could detect a hint of sadness in the way his mouth curved, and the way his hand wrapped around the offered amulet. The bastard couldn't see what she was trying to say. Probably choosing to believe that this was a sign that she didn't want him offering her anything.

"The feeling we share," it's a nice start she could tell, it was quick in getting his attention, tearing his eyes away from an amulet he's been looking at the whole night. "is probably the one where I'd never be able to propose a life in the Gray Quarter for us. What I truly wanted was for me and you to turn our back to this place and start a new. I mean, if you rather I walked out with my nonsense, I will, you have but to ask"

For a moment, she feared he would do exactly that. Luckily for her, or maybe Mara was willing to cast her blessing on such an old amulet, Revyn didn't ask her to leave his house with her amulet. He simply placed the amulet around his own neck and looked pointedly at her.

"Look at you, wearing an amulet of Mara, are you saying you're available?" she couldn't resist teasing him about it, she was so happy with the way things turned out. But the way he just rolled her eyes at her told her that he wasn't upset about it. Maybe he thought it was silly, but now he was serving them more tea, and she was still there with him.