Luthien predicts Devin's arrival before the door opens, giving the Fool time enough to tuck the knot out of sight. He twists about on the couch to greet his partner with a rather coy smile, draping an arm across the cushions. "Not terribly long," he replies, his tone alone suggesting he's up to something.

Lightly, he gets to his feet and steps around to the other side of the couch, leaning back against it. He crosses one ankle over the other. "I have something for you."