Salvar was struggling to put on the sparkling long earrings that he borrowed from Silas' maid at the last moment before leaving. He forgot to put them on the list.
He had the sun visor mirror down and the car interior light on while his one functioning hand remained lifted at an angle that made geometric sense in theory and absolutely no sense in practice.
The piercing had unfortunately shrunk.
Apparently that happened when someone stopped wearing earrings for years. The hole quietly closed around the memory of itself and decided its career was over.
He tried again.
Nothing.
The hook slid uselessly across his earlobe.
"At this point I am wondering if your plan is to blind people," Silas said while driving.
The dashboard light reflected off the green sequin coat every time the car moved, and the glitter over Salvar's nose and cheekbones caught the light too. Even the earring trapped in his fingers sparkled obnoxiously with tiny fake diamonds.
