<strong>Torven</strong><br/><br/>He stepped inside and let the door close.  A smile flashed briefly.  "Yes, though I suppose I disturbed his meditation.  He really needs to work on his advances and guard stances," Torven followed her into the room.  He took his customary seat, adding, "His meditation is all well and good, but defending himself . . ."<br/><br/>Then he realized what he was doing.  "Sorry.  I suppose I shouldn't bring 'work' into socializing, huh?"  The Human leaned back and watched for a little while.  Isulura's grace and movements always struck him.  They were fluid and beyond anything he could manage, even at his best with his blades.  Still, in his realm, grace wasn't everything, though a bit of showiness could help avoid a fight.  Then there were her clothes . . . baring just as much, if not more, than they covered.  Tempting was the right word, he decided.