He likes the way her knuckles just barely touch the warm flesh of his palm. It feels nice. What she's saying makes sense but he studies her intently. He knows now, in a way that he didn't when he first met her, that she likely has ulterior motives. That anything gained from her won't come easy. Or cheap.

Then again, isn't he the same way?

He holds her gaze with intensity. Lightly, his hand closes around hers, careful not to crush.

"Not at all," he answers her.