"Yeah . . . erm, you're very welcome. Anything I can do to please you." Torin replied, visibly grateful to be out of proximity with the Astropath.<br/><br/>He didn't know what it was - some sort of deep-seated pathological revulsion, or something, but whatever it was, he couldn't stand psykers. He didn't exactly hate them, and he acknowledged their usefulness, but he found them intensely disturbing, and prolonged time spent in the company of the Astropath may well have caused him to act rashly, regardless of the consequences.<br/><br/>Conscious that he'd managed to significantly damage the cool, collected air he'd been building up, Torin straightened himself out, looked up at the sister, and flashed what he hoped passed for a winning smile - yet which he was almost certain came across as weak and false.<br/><br/>"Now where'd you like to visit? Your wish is my command."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>