Ethan watched her through the corner of his eyes as she rose to get the gelato he had recommended. There was something predatory about her movements, like she's used to dealing with unusual people. His almost decade long honed instincts tell him to be wary of her, but at the same time he also weighs the benefits of word reaching the other members of the syndicate that he's been seen in accompany of a woman.<br/><br/>"The difference is in how it's made. Gelato doesn't have any air added, making it creamier and sweeter," he says matter of factly, body language giving the distinct impression he's bored.