<hr/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://img856.imageshack.us/img856/4121/103qm.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Michael White<br/><strong>Nom De Guerre:</strong>N/A<br/><strong>Position/Grade:</strong>10<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Wok Inn<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Tommy<br/><br/><br/><br/><hr/>To his credit, Michael's handshake was firm but not bruise-inducing or bone-crushing. It was perhaps more vigorous than was socially acceptable, or sufficiently vigorous to be just across the line of what was expected of a casual handshake, but in the end Tommy got to pull back a hand that was not in any way damaged.<br/><br/>"That is wonderful." Michael said of Tommy volunteering to be someone that he could pose questions to, without needing to worry about laughter, complaints, or the reactions that Michael worried about due to his origin. The taller youth was glad to hear it, and he smiled, although if Tommy knew the truth he was prepared that Tommy would recant the last. It would not be Tommy's fault. "I have no resistance to telepathy and other abilities that permit others to know my thoughts and memories." He said glumly, looking somewhat downcast. "I can only hope that the counselor has strong professional and personal ethics."<br/><br/>He looked from side to side. "Are you here to exchange currency for food? Perhaps we could ingest food as a social unit, if you are amenable." Then, in an absolute dead pan but lower, more subtle volume. "Is it required that I indicate to you that this is not courtship behaviour or pre-amble to seeking a casual sexual encounter? It is neither. Though you are handsome and have several characteristics that lend themselves to positive reaction and sexual attraction."