The rogue, Foolish, as she named him, did not move as the needle was brought to bare. Though, he did find it curious, and slightly amusing how she had fawned over his bared hand before setting to work. It wasn't hard to piece it together, he was avidly studied in psycology, which in turn made him a better fighter and killer, so he was able to read into her actions, reactions and words like an open book. It was a trait that often times made other's uneasy about him... But right now, he was catching her secret loud and clear. She was enamoured, becoming pleasantly(for him at least) self concious of herself, and nervous as a virgin at brewfest. It had been a long time since he enjoyed himself, hadn't it?<br/><br/>"Take your time... We have, all the time, in the world..." Bowing his head ever so slightly, gazing at the curves of her cheeks, the stitching of her jaw from just below his brows, as oposed to over his mask. The hand resting upon her hip, as it was there she let it come to rest, applied just a hint of pressure. Not enough to do harm or anything, but that bare minimum needed to remind her it was there. The heel of his palm and thumb both gently working to knead her hip through the light fabric of her garb, fingers slowly curling in on her side. The opposing hand, however, was perfectly prostate as she was permitted to work on it, letting her ply her craft to the most of her ability. Even if she was to misstep, he could not flinch.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>