His eyes widen slightly as he looks at Nightingale's watch -- from Magnus' drawing, he had expected something a bit more functional and less beautiful. This one, with all of its mechanics showing, is breath-taking. When he looks at it, he feels as if he's looking at time, and he wants to know more about it; it can't be as simple as Magnus said, it has to be like a miracle or a magic. Who decided the pattern of hours and minutes and seconds? It wasn't God, surely, or He would have already told. Is it like the turn of seasons, an inevitable part of the world? Does it ever change or are the rules a constant? If he had a watch like Nightingale's, will he always be in some kind of brotherhood with everyone else who has one, because they'll all be able to look and see the same time?

"Like that," he says.