"I may have to take you up on that offer," he says. "The embroidery work has incredible detail. It is almost as if the birds move in flight at the same time you do."

Skellig realizes that he is...staring a bit. A faint flush rises to the tops of his ears, the back of his neck. "My apologies, it is not like me to be so...intrigued, but I cannot help it."

There is a couch with a low back and plush cushions in the alcove, nodding his head towards it, Skellig sits with Ajax's invitation.