"Oh, don't --" Andrew frowns at the abrupt end to the conversation, stepping closer to try to see where its head's gone. Into the rest of it, apparently, and he invades Daine's space without thinking about it to part her fur and look at the necklace-shaped darking.

Looking up, he remembers belatedly that they're still in a public place. "Probably," he agrees reluctantly. "Was it something I said?"