While Judgment scavenged for any information relevant to its latest herald, Jericho spared a look at Rose and her book. A single eyebrow raised up amusedly when he noted what book she was currently reading, but he was more focused on whatever it had was that had turned the timid woman's nerves to steel. When he took a glance at the cookbook's title, he noticed that her eyes were on him, and met her gaze for several seconds curiously. At first he wondered if she was going to say anything to him, before he recalled her use of sign language earlier. 

Slowly, briefly, his eyes made their way down her slim neck and towards the faint web of scars that--

Judgment closed his book abruptly, so sudden it made Jericho jump. With his free hand, and a slight sigh, he slid the worthless tome down the length of the table away from both of them and turned back to Roze.

[i]Ignorant.[/i]

Judgment tended to think most things were ignorant - especially when it came to Judgment itself. Even Jericho. [i]Especially[/i] Jericho. 

Quizzing her vehemently on whether she knew what the history was behind his spooky black apocalypse glove was not the most charming way to go about a potential introduction. It was a simple human realization that Jericho could grasp, while Judgment - by virtue of [i]being[/i] the spooky black apocalypse glove of the hour - had neither the intellect nor the tact to acknowledge. Instead, with only several books that had undoubtedly little to offer ahead of him, Jericho decided to turn to one of the few threads that he and Roze had in common for conversation:

"You'd be a mage then, correct?"

[@Cherry_Shield]