"How did you know I was going to enchant it?" Dorian asked, with good-natured suspicion. He was never that surprised anymore, really, when Bull could read him like a book. Bull still had the eyes of a Ben-Hassrath, and Dorian happened to be one of his favorite books. He supposed that had probably been true even years ago, when they were still accusing one another of being a spanner in the works.

"It's an ideal piece for it, actually. I prefer to work with cabochons."

Dorian held his hand out to the light, fingers extended, and admired the little bauble. It was exquisite. Worth a fortune to Dorian, even if it might not be to a jeweler.

"No point in turning it into a sending stone. Not when I carry a phone in my pocket. Hmm."