He turned a smile that crinkled the corners of his eyes on the glassmaker, bowing slightly in greeting to her. "Miss Verula, how nice to see you again." He glanced around her shop, noting the changes that had taken place over the years. "Your business is doing quite well it seems. It's good to see Arynnites thriving." He clasped his hands behind his back, pacing a bit around her store and eyeing different pieces.

"I know it has been some time since I visited, but I was wondering if I could still request a commission from you? I am in need of a present to my niece to make up for some lost time. Perhaps some kind of hair piece or other type of jewelry?" He turned back to her then, a small smile still on his face.

He considered Verula's questions for a moment before answering. "She favors darker colors. Black and dark greens. I think it may be best to stick with black though, as that could be paired with anything."

He moved closer to her, still thinking about the specifics behind the piece. "She tends to stay away from dresses and favors leggings and tunics. She dresses just like her aunt, my sister." A fond smile came over his face at the thought of his family. He turned that smile on Verula, "The Blackwood women are something quite special."

His eyes roamed over Verula, absently thinking about how special this woman seemed to be as well. There was no indication that she had a partner in life or business and yet her glass shop had flourished and grown exponentially. It was certainly admirable.

His eyes locked with hers when she looked back up at him and his lips curled up in a small smile at the momentary pause it caused her. He continued holding her gaze while he answered, "No, not necessarily. But something easy enough to put on in a rush. I intend for it to be a lifeline for her if she is ever in trouble. Something that will make her invisible or undetectable when she puts it on."

With another small smile, he broke the eye contact, more for her than himself. He was not a very easily flustered person. "She does a lot of traveling and there is much turmoil in other parts of the land," he offered as a means of explanation.

Feeling rather amused with himself, he took a step away from Verula to allow her the space to keep working, crossing his hands behind his back again. "A hair comb would probably be best. Yes, I quite like that idea."

He turned back to her then, "I will pay whatever price to have you use the best materials at your disposal for the invisibility enchantment. Spare no expense and no amount of work on it, please." A flash of protectiveness showed on his face at the word 'please.' He wasn't sure what the future held for his family, but he would try to protect the youngest if he could.

Offering her a twinkling smile and a small bow, he took a step towards the door. "I have full faith in you, Miss Verula. Please send word when the piece is finished and I will come by to pick it up and pay for it."

He made his way towards the door but stopped on the threshold, turning to look over his shoulder. "Do you ever find yourself with free time, Miss Verula? Or does your shop take up all of your time?"

Eyes sparkling with amusement at her confusion, Keion nodded his head once. "Would you care to join me for dinner one night?" It was a neutral enough question, perhaps one meant to form a closer friendship, perhaps more. The fact was that Keion was very interested in the glass maker and her work, though he would never force a relationship into existence. If the two found they were better off as friends, so be it.