He could feel her tension as her hand touched his, the sudden blankness on her face painting what his mind considered a work of art. To say that he enjoyed this would be an understatement, and he struggled to not push harder, to not prod deeper into her psyche. The thought of it exhilarated him, but he contained himself. He gave her hand a gentle squeeze before releasing and motioning into the Pagoda, towards the wooden table surrounded by benches in its center. - "Let's not stand around, you and your friend must be very tired." - He glanced over to the Operative for a moment, trying to figure him out. Deciding to leave it for later, he walked into the Pagoda, and around the table, where he stopped and courteously waited for his guests to settle down first.
