Binx says For no particular reason, or out of habit perhaps, Binx leaned further away from Runia, his back flush against the counter now, but not uncomfortably so. He brought a gloved hand up to his tie to loosen it again, crossing his arms over his chest shortly after, dark eyes narrowing on the small girl sitting beside him. "Ah, I see," he commented with a subtle nod, interrupting her briefly, a faint smirk shadowing his features. He was surprised at how easily it was to get her to talk, but since she was so willing to do so, he wasn't going to bother holding back any prying questions, the girl seeming to have a tight grip on his curious nature now. "What kind of magical properties does it have?" Binx asked her curiously, shifting to lean towards her only slightly, "if it's not the sword they want, then what is it? You?" he added, his gaze shifting upwards to her head, noticing the tiny bits of glitter dropping from her hairpin, unable to ignore it. The man chuckled lowly, a look of amusement in his eyes, "I'm sorry, love, but did I just see glitter come out of your hair?"
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