Minali moved into the room after Amelia, closing the door behind them. She was still trying not to laugh at the expression on Amelia's face when Caspian pecked her cheek. She thought that it was absolutely adorable how the girl kept blushing. It made it rather difficult to take her haughty tone seriously, but Minali gave her respect for the attempt. While the girl was looking around, Minali strolled to her desk and turned to perch on the edge and consider Amelia.<br/><br/>The room was silent, the only sounds that penetrated through the door were muffled yelled orders as the crew stowed their treasures and made ready to cast off. Minali didn't seem to blink, observing every motion Amelia made intently. Silently. When Amelia turned to her and spoke her serious expression changed back to a smile. "Well now kitten, perhaps if you kept your wits about you, you might have noticed one of the reasons why Caspian was so intent on teasing you." Minali could firmly identify at least three more reasons Caspian was going to be trouble, but challenge made life interesting.<br/><br/>She pushed off the desk and strolled slowly the few steps to where Amelia stood. Reaching out she captured her hand and turned it to look at the palm, "I did tell you he was impressive didn't I? You were grasping it so tightly, I feel as if there should be a match here." She trailed the index finger of her other hand over Amelia's palm.<br/><br/>Olvine eyes glimmered with mischief, a warning before she spoke again, "I should hate to call my first mate untrustworthy, perhaps all he wanted was some light reading material. You shouldn't shame people, even if they have odd habits like reading things. It's not his fault he was raised that way. He does his best to overcome." Her tone was still teasing, and she hand't released Amelia's hand again. Despite her teasing, she was still watching Amelia intently. As if she were a fascinating creature that required study. Her direct gaze seemed to be cataloging every action, measuring every word. Watching for weakness or simply patterns of thought it was impossible to tell.