She was coming undone in the loudest way, filling the office with everything she thought. He wondered if she realized how expressive she was, trying to contain her insecurities but blaring them at him instead. When he let go of the pen, he made sure to fan his fingers outward, like an invitation that also prolonged the contact. It had the desired effect on her. There was a challenge for her, his body the obstacle. She overcame it perfectly, and even submitted the feel of her tit for his consideration. He stayed a statue about it, but thought she'd just sped up her own fate.<br/><br/>If it had been audacity, or practicality, it all fled from her face to leave space for more blush at the mention of the check. She wanted it to be false, he saw that on the seasons of her expression. What brought her relief in the end? He was going to shatter that, too.<br/><br/>Kaiser nodded and took his pen back with a quick pinch, and then reached to steal her tablet, also. It was a little like disarming her from shield and sword. The writing tool was stuck back to its intended pocket and the thin computer laid over the contract. A slow, expecting nod. He touched a corner of his glasses, correcting what was already perched perfectly on his nose. Head slightly to the side, he created an atmosphere of impatience as he looked her body over.<br/><br/>"Yes, McNeil." he offered, tired. "I can't very well have you trailing after me if you're in poor condition. It's really all formalities." While he did put up the front of being appalled by her hesitation, as though he'd proposed a moral discussion and she'd failed entirely to understand his side, Kaiser expected some well of modesty to overflow in her. Nothing in her report suggested Jaydin would be overly keen on revealing herself. His tongue clucked against the roof of his mouth, disappointed.<br/><br/>"Ah, well. I'm not going to force you." To take off your clothes right here. He pulled the tablet up and wrapped it in the papers she'd signed. "But there are requirements." And there was. Her soul. Her body. Her burning mind. He waved the objected for her to take, a very clear image of dismissal and rejection. "Thank you for taking your time. Come in a week and my future assistant will annul this contract for you. It's no good if you don't have the positions anyway." It was cruel, really, to be so forceful about her nudity, but Dr. Daahl had a pension for torture, and he wanted to learn what he could do to her. She'd be as much help as she'd be entertainment.