[ Oh what is she to do with such a figure? Hard not to laugh, turning her head away with it. It's polite, light, even. Another time, her laughter is just one more weapon - mocking and sharp. But for this? ]

Polite hands and a charming mouth. What better help could be asked for?

[ Playful, means nothing, he will not gain much for her bemusement anymore than his helping her means very much when it matters. But as a game - it is pleasant.

Because her hands are not soft, not polite, they are as worn as the leather is. Cracks of scars and starbursts of worn in callouses. They are light, still, but they are no genteel ladies hands. They grip to a blade better than they do to a lover, where such a person might find his hands more an enticing idea.

A brush against them as she takes the first gold chain out from her lap, it swings back and forth, a pendulum to catch the light - and as she had once, she pools it in his upturned hands. From where she's sat however, she does not move too much. Better he's a little above her. ] I need you to place against my hair, against the part of my hair and see that it is even. Easy enough?

[ And trusting that it is, her face turns up to him just slightly, waiting for him to do as she said. A passive order, but one none the less. ]