The Chairman, Arlec Johenson watched Kenos silently for several moments, his gaze distant and deep in thought, then finally stepped backward, gesturing toward Silver without speaking. The fair haired woman approached Kenos just as silently, but very deliberately, stopping within inches and leaning in to observe his fine features. Suddenly, Silver casually placed a hand on his cheek, then pulled slightly farther away, transitioning her hand to his hair and manipulating several strands with her fingers. After this, she initiated a counter-clockwise walk around Kenos, tracing her fingertips along the contour of his slender, but firm muscles, occasionally squeezing gently or firmly. As Silver reached his back, she leaned in close, continuing her unusual method of investigation by smelling at his hair and neck.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">He seems so... artificial, yet he is a real person... how strange.</span><br/><br/>Her elegant eyes flicked to Arlec's direction, who eyed her with a stone face: Not bored, but not particularly entertained. Upon returning her full attention to Kenos, her silent interrogation became bolder, as she placed her hands upon his waist and bit his neck, seeking some form of response. When none came, she released him, moving several yards away to observe him from afar.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">I wonder if he knows I cannot speak... or if he even cares.</span><br/><br/>Turning away from him, she stood deep in thought contemplating her observations.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">While his actions, or lack of actions tell me some things, I see in his eyes there is something else there... resolute, yet uneasy; obedient, yet uncertain; accepting, yet inquiring... artificial, yet most certainly... human.</span><br/><br/>Glancing back to him, she noticed he was looking at her as well, not curious, but rather, observational. Without further hesitation, Silver gestured to Arlec, who nodded to her fervently, then snapped his fingers to an aide who was posted by the door.<br/><br/>"Bring me a blade!"<br/><br/>Without hesitation, the young man retrieved a sword from one of the displays in the room, and delivered it to the Chairman, then proceeded to bow away back to his station. Arlec then advanced on Kenos, unsheathing the sword and placing it in the soldier's hands.<br/><br/>"You have asked me for your orders. I have but one for you..." The man's face darkened as he retreated backward.<br/>"Survive."<br/><br/>As if on cue, and out of nowhere, Silver began her attack. Dancing from side to side, as a whirlwind among the leaves, her dagger's blade whisked to and fro in a flurry of motion. It was as if she had become a different being altogether, a goddess of war whose sole purpose was to eliminate her enemy and overcome any obstacle. Her silver hair swirled on the currents of air generated by her gracious movements, becoming weightless and free in her beautifully deadly pocket of space.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">It's time to show me, Temperance....</span>She thought quietly to herself as her dance drew her in a semicircle around Kenos.<span style="font-style: italic">Show me the strength I see in your mysterious eyes, and your heart!</span>