Oz's eyes lingered on the quill for a moment as she set it down. She was still standing too close for him to pick it up without reaching across her, and even if he did that he'd have to elbow her out of the way if he wanted to make use of it. Aside from the physical awkwardness of it, there was also the general rules of polite society. He could had already bent one of them by approaching her at what was supposed to have been a silent auction. He could not go so far as to bid against her while she was still hovering.

Oz put his fingertips on the table and leaned in, staking his own claim to the auction space without intruding too aggressively on hers. "What sorts of special occasions?"

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