For someone who appeared to be a lower ranking student, her master's quarters in the tower was ornate but somewhat meretricious to Malcador's sensibilities. However, the student herself was more than appealing, and he whispered the alchemical symbols along the text as he read, his breath warm on her slim neck. Flirtation aside, however, he [i]did[/i] have a professional sort of interest in what the grimoire contained. Particularly what Emmaline had spoken aloud. 

"This seems dangerously close to my own order," he said, and chuckled to himself. "Then again, there's always a bit of overlap between the schools." As he spoke, Emmaline drew her face even closer, almost touching his cheek with her own. Overlap indeed. 

"What are we going to enchant, exactly?" She asked, turning her head, soft golden hair bouncing against his face. "If we use something in here, Albrecht will-" 

"Bitch and complain?" Malcador grinned. She laughed and nodded. He bit his tongue gently as he thought, and then nodded. "Can you spare one of the coins you won tonight? I know it's not your first choice..." 

"Well, you need to smelt some iron to make a sword," She said, reciting an old chamon idiom. She reached into her pouch and pulled out one of the crowns. "We need to be careful, they're mostly gold, but they have some impurities, technically 95% gold." Malcador plucked it out of her hand and flicked it into the air deftly, catching it before their eyes. 

"I'm impressed." He said. "See? You do listen." 

"When it comes to gold, I am without equal." She said, holding her head high as if she were a prized stallion. He grinned again, not for the first time noticing her bosom on full display at the motion. When both redirected their attention back to the book, Malcador flipped the page until he found the section for the hermetic practices. He placed the gold coin on the page, next to the alchemical symbol for gold. 

"I know you likely know this, but I want to say it plainly so we're on the same page," he remarked. "So in theory, gold is most closely associated with the sun, yes? And spells, though they can last centuries, can wither. We don't have the books for any dwarf runes, and elven texts are scarce on the matter. But I think together we can ensorcle this gold coin into a coin of luck, and while the sun is yours, the sky is mine, and so they're linked. With an admittedly advanced dwimmer or incantation, I can bind the coin with the sun relatively easily, and it can gather strength from it." 

"We can turn it into a ring," Emmaline said, lips parted and eyes shining. Malcador glanced at her, to tell her that could work, but found himself dumbstruck by the sheer lust in her eyes while staring at the coin. It was one of the most erotic things he had experienced in months, and he had to rein himself in before he began to ignore the lesson and use it to his carnal advantage. 

"Exactly, and when the ring is under the sun," He said, lifting the coin betwixt his fingers. "A domain we both share, it regains strength and continues bringing good fortune, and it should allow it to remain so for the entirety of its existence." Of course, Malcador could combine a few weaves and spells to make it a bit less soft than usual gold, though Emmaline likely could as well. Still... 

"The idea has promise," He teased with an air of nonchalance, playing the coin between the back of his fingers. "Shall we proceed?"  

In the back of his mind, he knew they needed to begin now. He had to be gone before the sun dipped below the horizon, as comfortable as he was in this golden tower with her.