She remained perfectly still as he brushed a few unruly strands of black hair away from her face and, save for a few long blinks, watched him intently. There was no hint of worry or nervousness in her expression - she looked as if she was in complete control of the situation.
"From our dialogue, it does not strike me that you are the sort of man who would find anything interesting in someone else's weaknesses, Mister. Doe. I take you for a man who will ruthlessly exploit the weaknesses of others to achieve his ends."
"And as to your second, gallant question - I am afraid not. I suppose nothing can be done about these innate difficulties of mine. Even our vast scientific knowledge is still short on the fundamental matters of our mortal biology, is it not?"
There was still a hint of amusement in her voice. She raised her crystal glass higher and went on the 'counter-offensive'. With slow, weighted steps, she silently walked around him, watching his reactions closely.
"I suppose you are satisfied with my answers, Mister Doe, so now I'd like to ask you a question. A serious question, however, I will not draw any consequences if you do not answer it - after all, it is personal."
She spoke again as she finished her lap around him and took a short break to take a drink from her glass.
"Who do you plan to be in ten, fifteen years - a hero, a statesman, or someone else entirely?"
