[Onmyouji isn’t a word he knows, but in the context he finds that manner of speech familiar, even if it only calls to mind the brilliant obliteration of Edo under the Earl’s hand. It takes reminding that their worlds are not all the same. Still, Douman earns the thin spread of his smile.]

Some spells? Now, what are these?

[He leans forward on the table, eyeing the dolls, curiosity intrigued. It reminds him of something Road might manifest.]

For my part, I can offer only what I have on hand. Some spare coin, [fished, jingling, out of his pocket,] or maybe jewelry? [A few glittering gems flash in his open hand, within a coiled pearl necklace. Raiding the upper bedchambers did him well.] Or we could always go with the traditional option when our lack of valuables fails us — the clothing off our backs. But it’s very cold, so I’m not keen. What’s worth it most to you?