<a class="link link--external" href="https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/a0/6e/e7/a06ee78e39bd450e4f841aa6690ba116.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Andreas Harbinger Graves</a><br/><br/>He was feeling her hand with his own as he needed to know what was going on in his own house that he was privy too or a part of.  It was going to be interesting what the current house leader had to say.  “So your room number is?” He pulled her hand to his lips lightly, but not long.  He was already on edge himself and found that if he held her too long even his own gloves would not protect her from his touch…it seems as if …it wasn’t his touch she wanted protection from.<br/><br/>He found it slightly amusing to say the least, but he did have a couple of stops to make before he was free for the afternoon.  One in particular had been a long time in coming, who knew if he took too long he might be too late at all.