"How exceedingly generous of him," he muttered dryly, plucking his ring out of his palm and raising it to eye level to inspect it. Then, once he seemed satisfied, he slid it back on and flexed his fingers, readjusting to the familiar weight, and moved outside. If there was a bit of hesitation on his part, it was because he was half-concerned that Peter might have done something to it and something terrible would happen in spite of the sun having set. He breathed a sigh of relief when nothing did.

"And back to the situation, I'd imagine that was exactly what it was. Apparently he didn't have much luck in the matter, but ... I doubt very highly you would have felt anything if Samuel had him in entirety." And the fact that he didn't was good. Very good.