"No, I think this is something I can imagine quite well by myself," Hannah answered to his 'method acting' quip, but she answered it half-heartedly.  She was distracted by his chair.  Most people wouldn't have given it a second look or a second thought.  But Hannah was a fan of a particular kind of erotica, and without fail a dentist's chair or doctor's table always produced an immediate reaction in her.  The dentist in particular, with the way the chair adjusted in many directions, and the sense of the gear hovering over you, ready to be pulled down by the dentist, who loomed in your sight.  This one was different of course, simple useful for reclining, but it sent her mind traveling in a direction which was not entirely appropriate for the moment.<br/><br/>Or was it?  As Hannah seated herself, she toyed with a leather strap that hung off the arm rest, nearly out of sight.  Her brow furrowed for a moment as she considered it, then quickly returned to consider the words of the prop man.  She watched as his finger ran lightly along her arm, just barely touching it.  "Don't worry about it.  I can handle a little discomfort," she said lightly, but she looked up at him as she said it, gauging his reaction.<br/><br/><em>Don't be stupid</em>, Hannah told herself.  But she couldn't help it.  There was something in the way he held her arm, nevermind the subtle clues in the equipment around her.  She felt a strong intuition, and Hannah had always had faith in her intuition.  It didn't mean she knew what to do with it though.<br/><br/>She relaxed back in the chair, holding her arm limp for him to do as he needed with it.  Her eyes glanced down once more at the leather strap, and then back to his shelves and benches.  As if simply bored, she eyed the something  poking out from underneath a sheet on his bench.  Yes, Hannah was getting a strong suspicion that her prop man was more than a prop man.