Wait" he said. The burn of his voice was roughter than usual. "Is my tie straight?"
Inje laugged, her hood falling back from her hair. "That's the laugh," he murmured, but she was already setting off down the quay, her feet barely touching the ground.
She'd laughed, and if he could have bottled the sound and gotten drunk on it every night, he would have. It terrified him.