"You see what I mean?" asked Scyth.
"I think I do."
"Doubts?"
"Yes. I feel as though I'll be abandoning my own kind."
Scyth had been leaning forward on the loveseat. Now he came forward to cross the room. He leaned down, took her hands, and lifted her out of her chair.
"You'll come?"
"You make it very attractive."
"You can do nothing by staying, Barbara."
"But—"
Scyth freed one hand and fished in his jacket pocket. He came up with a small box, deftly flipping the cover up with his thumbnail.