Hmm.. He could almost sense.. something from the fema--- woman. Ack, nearly did it again. But.. it was in his mind, so it didn't count, right? Right.<br/><br/>One hand raised to idly play with his hair, smiling politely at Zara while placing the cup on the armrest.<br/>"No, I'm fine.. More tea and I'll not be worth anything," he mused "A line-up? For me..?"<br/>He tried so hard, and it normally did work, but.. Ugh, he just had to poke. It was his day off, after all, no work, no study, just his own time.<br/><br/>"I'm flattered.."