Watching her with the gifts he smiles sadly, knowing that he had done what he should, but hesitant to take the dagger, "Lhurriel, I am not trying to replace him, not with the thieves, and especially not with you."<br/><br/>Placing the dagger she had handed him to the side he takes her hand instead, stroking the back of it with a gentleness that may have come from his training to pick pockets, a light touch that was hardly more then the feel of a warm breeze.<br/><br/>Tracing the ring Amron looks at her eyes and with a smile says, "It does match them well, and at the risk of sounding like a lovesick bard, I would say your eyes are more beautiful.  I will have you as you offer, for as long as you would wish it, but I should warn you, I will be doing my best to make sure that is quite a long time."