"Of course there is." Isaac reaches to set down the cup, reaches further, to grasp one sketching hand in his. "When I was a child, on feast days I would wrap a string about some woman at market. A bracelet, for the fine lady. For her gentleman."

His own trace of fingers, about wrist.

"My sister would lift their pockets."

He sighs. Lets go.

"The stakes are higher now," Temptation shadows ability — "And you feel them grubbing about for what they might take. More pleasant to ignore. That's why you do not allow yourself to forget."