Lessard's reactions had River blinking. This man was.. too good to be true. There must be some catch. Was there?<br/><br/><em>God, tell me this is not some trick.. Tell me the family was right about the Teahouse.</em>shot through his mind.<br/><br/>Then he moved, even closer. And River, though he had plenty of time, did not move. At all. He could've sworn he didn't breath, either. Just stared up at him while his gaze softened, lips parted ever so slightly at the thumb trailing over one.<br/><br/>But.. he moved back, too. Away from him. Hnn...<br/><br/>Fluidly, he raised himself, one hand's fingertips running over the lip just touched, until he stood his full and hardly impressive 5'1.<br/><br/><em>"One more time... What do you desire from the Teahouse?"</em><br/><br/>He didn't hesitate for a moment, the single word dropping from his lips before he actually gave anything thought.<br/><br/>"You."