“Mmm…” Raguel had found that you needed to make a sound on a corporeal plane to show you were paying attention. He turned the leaf over and over, studying the delicate veins, the notches of the edge. “There is a saying among humans, I think, about idle fingers being the tools of the Devil. Or something.” The gold caught the sunlight, flashing it into his eyes, and he started slightly in surprise, blinking. “There is something special about this, isn’t there? Besides the obvious?”