Ilda's haste is probably wise; Devin could easily vanish in an instant if he felt like it, but this time he remains at the stall. He has patience enough right now for her eagerness.

Most of the selections she presents are either too fancy or not a color Devin likes much, but there's one that might work. He carefully pulls the blue one from Ilda's hands in such a way that the rest don't go tumbling to the ground and examines it more closely.

The glitter might be a bit much, but he has no doubt the Fool will easily outshine him. "This might do," Devin allows, turning it this way and that. "I suppose I had better buy it before I can second-guess the choice," the vampire sighs, digging out his rhinn. "I imagine most people are more enthusiastic about these things."