Dr.Ravenshaw's glance was the first to break away.

The hard brown eyes watching him followed the direction of his view to a pair of spectacles resting on the table.
Thalassa understood the intention, and harshly forestalled it.
"No use to put on your glasses now," he said.

"I recognize ye, and I've seen that damned scar on your neck." He put the lamp back on the table, and his hand went towards his belt.
Ravenshaw understood the motion and checked it with a gesture.
"No need for that, either, Thalassa.

There are other things to think about." Thalassa's hand dropped to his side.

"You're right," he muttered.