-Chang with Charlotte, Roxanne and Kissinger, Roxanne Teasing, Charlotte squirming, and Kissinger playing away-<br/><br/>A smile, the set of the jaw and the warmth behind the eyes, the practiced composure of a focused mind decorated Chang's face as Roxanne began her grazing contact. His hand came up as she passed, not to touch her, but to let a few errant strands of her hair pass over his fingers like wisps of red smoke. He would not join her now, it was her want and need to be free, to move as she will. Though she would no doubt take a partner at some point, now was not his time. If anything, Chang was patient.<br/><br/>His arm continued to be the support on which Charlotte's rested, his hand holding hers. When Roxanne came to tease the young woman Chang's grip tightened ever so slightly, more of a stabling influence than a mark of possession. he looked to the young blond, "Not yet my dear, you must concentrate, focus, on the long term goal."<br/><br/>After speaking to Charlotte he looked back to Kissinger, appraising the man as he played. Kissinger was a remarkable talent, notable in pedigree and well connected. Chang had done his research, had learned enough, but how much he never said. That Kissinger was here could mean a myriad of things, Chang chose to believe Kissinger was here because he wanted to be here. As the music moved about the room he nodded to the man.<br/><br/>"We should speak again soon Kissinger," Change said politely before turning with Charlotte and continuing on their review of the playground. There was no threat, no ominous sound in the comment made in Chang's withdrawal. He was conversational, polite, and quickly lost within the crowd even though he never seemed to move fast at all.