Her eyes moved away from the knife to stare at him, eyes blinking in surprise. That was a crown, wasn't it? But the rest of his outfit was hardly regalia--it might have been a harmless accessory, but then again, it might not have been. She couldn't be sure either way.

What she was sure of was that her first question was getting to be more and more of a formality by the second. He really wanted her to see that knife. Knowing that made things easier, in a way. Flora wasn't backing down and clearly did not care for his attitude, but she would not be baited, either. "Why did you do it?"