An Archon mark in flaming knife-juggling. Wouldn't that be a sight.

[Hmmm. His gaze drags down just a fraction, then flicks to Ryn's glass (his former glass? do either of them even remember at this point), then finally back to his eyes as the corner of his mouth curls up into a more mischievous smile.]

I've thought of a means of resolving our startling coincidence. Give me your glass.