A lack of affection for advertising both himself and the cause or mistrust, his answer to that question wouldn't be surprising if she'd started to understand him. "Both. The former is because talking is a poor substitute for action. The latter is because I'm far from naive, which you figured out by now, and because you haven't given me a reason to trust you." When he looked at her again, there was a certain intensity behind how his eyes tracked every minute movement. Whether it was caution or just observation for the sake of it wasn't clear, but his confidence in the moment pervaded through every aspect of him.
When she spoke, he listened with a serene stillness, something that persisted even after she'd finished talking. Before he answered, there was a slow and quite deliberate adjustment to his posture that straightened it as he turned in her direction, shoulder to the window once that series of otherwise simple movements was completed. It was like looking in a mirror but seeing a similar but unidentical reflection, and it was absolutely uncanny. "It's a date then." Just like that, the facade dropped as a smile developed once he'd accepted the invitation to play the game she proposed.
Whether or not he'd intended to do it, she was given a brief simulation of herself and the benefit of perspective on what her mannerisms and nature was like to behold. But it also served to expand his own little "toolset" of sorts. A silent analysis that allowed him to pick and chose whatever he felt the most beneficial aspects of a person were and then use it if needed. If she had come here to study him for insight into how his cause was run, then she'd clearly made the mistake of looking into the abyss for too long.
