Glacius frowns, plainly embarrassed by his slip-up in not recognizing his partner's posession of the cape. He should be more familiar with Carlisle's family history than to make such an error... he supposes it is a good thing they are sitting down to a night of simply talking, then.

"It was nice of him to leave something for you, at least. What do you reckon he would have preferred to gift to you? If the enchantment takes such work, is it not a fine one?"