The air here contained hidden whispers, none he could hear but only she. THe Slayer looked around, and then his mind seemed to wrap around something. Somthing he didn't own. A sliver, a tiny opening into the female's thoughts. It was like a soft sprickle  of water, the thoughts he could suddenly read just as he walked closer inside was strange.<br/><br/>Each drop was like a dab of paint, slowly being dotted onto a black canvas. Each dot was a star that fully held a blurry picture. Drop by drop he could feel, read, almost metally picture the emotions she was feeling. Each drop came frm only two emotions; Caution & Nervousness. As to why the painting his mind was making consisted mainly of these he didn't understand but he could feel that she was confused. Only by a drop. Only one question was in his soul...<br/><br/>What kind of magic is this?<br/><br/>Eli didn't understand but maybe... she was overwhelmed by his emotions. Maybe just maybe. He could help that, easy. But he would show her the emotions, slowly, give her time to be used to them. Even he needed this break. It would probably make him incoherent, tired, slow to focus... but worth it.<br/><br/>Soon she spoke, telling him if she was on call, he'd linger there. That would be best for him and her. Eli would be able to meditate, ask the Spirits to help him control the emotions. He hoped they would help him. He nodded at the comand and walked quietly into the kitchen. Sighing he ran a hand through his hair and opened the cabinet softly and took a glass, his grip was firm but gentle on it. Turning slightly he grabbed the door to the fridge after shutting the cubbard and pulled out the wine bottle. He set the glass and bottle on the counter and paused a moment.<br/><br/>Some would have been pissed, annoyed, snappy to do this. He wasn't. Why? He was doing it because he didn't want to be stuck up, he was raised to serve pretty much, do as he was told. This was just like that. Closing his eyes after a glance to the cup he tapped it softly before he poured the wine into the glass. His eyes stayed shut and before the glass was too full he stopped. Opening his eyes he smiled softly then that vanished as he went to her and handed it to her, "Your wine." he said softly, no hint of any anger towards the odd action he had been given.