Saying nothing, Foolish remained still, eirily so in fact... His hand not leaving the priestess' back, though it did glide down, coming to rest at the small of her back, becoming a gentle touch, barely there... The would be connection held by fingertips alone, or talon tips as the case was. His mind was a termoil of itself. He knew he had felt that Light's presence... The Doll Mistress had seen true. But until opportunity presented itself, he had to play his namesake... Of course, this did not mean he had to lower his already constant guard...<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>