<pre></pre><div class="floatleft">(http://i1056.photobucket.com/albums/t372/Macross84/John%20smith_zpsrs16t7xg.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>John Smith<br/><strong>Occupation:</strong>Inspector<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Mara, Open.<br/><br/>------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>It was rather pleasing to see that broad smile upon Mara's lips as John told her the coffee was delicious. Though as John saw her stiffen up, and her normally cheery demeanor falter as he cautioned her on the over use of Time Manipulation magic, a part of him felt guilty for making such a pretty smile fall. He would watch her as she started to play with a lock of hair in a nervous gesture. She would nod with the lack of emotion that she previously displayed. She acknowledged his words, and assured him that she simply needed a moment.<br/><br/>What John did next might have been very surprising to the faun. John reached up and removed his sunglasses before looking back up to the Faun. What she would see would be soft hazel eyes that were reminiscent of green fields, and soft earth. Human eyes. Though with the appearance of his eyes, John's normally stern and stoic features seemed to smooth out, and become warmer, gentler. He would look deeply into her eyes for a moment before he spoke. His words the same timbre, and tone. However with the absence of sunglasses they didn't seem to be so hard. "I understand, Miss Capra. Everyone needs a sanctuary, even in their sanctuary." He stated. "I know that time manipulation is a trait among the Faun, and that they're one of the few races that can use it without the expansive repercussions that affecting the natural flow of Time generally cause. However, some Fae are not aware of that. It may be a problem if precautions were not seen to." He explained. Hoping that Mara understood that his words came from a place of concern for her personal well being.<br/><br/>He would old her gaze with his eyes a moment longer before sliding his sunglasses back on. the moment his eyes were hidden once again that stoic professional demeanor appeared.