Nisa arched a brow, as he lifted her wrist. "That is the wrong hand." Not that it mattered, nothing remained of that ring. She honestly didn't even remember where it was anymore. Did she throw it out or sell it?

His question though about her marriage had her raise her brow. "You are like father. You have terrible tastes. Give me a choice between three, if you give me more I will give you an extra week."

Did he have a lover? She wouldn't have been surprised he'd keep them from her. Still, this moment made her smile a more genuine smile than perhaps he could remember, or her.

"Also, they must like my maid. But not too much. She is very pretty, but hands off." She grinned and held out a hand to shake on the deal.