Looking around in the room and thinking a bit, Timothy was starting to get a little concerned. He tried to keep a polite, friendly manner with things, and act in a cordial fashion, but he had his moments of being a bit too interested in admiring female anatomy. Now there was a telepath too. She joked she wasn't reading Cassandra's mind, but he wasn't sure how exactly it worked. Maybe she might even pick up some stray thoughts. Like...<br/><br/>The AEscalupian doctor turned a bit red at the table all of a sudden, looking away and tapping his fingers against his chin, trying to get the blush to fade away, along with the damn advice that had come to his mind.<em>If you are nervous imagine them naked or in their underwear. Yeah, great advice teacher.</em>Not that he hadn't seen things before but now he was in a room with a number of attractive women but also there as a professional, it was unbecoming of him to be so distracted.<br/><br/>It had started the moment he looked at Angela. That thought in mind, he looked at her, red-faced.<em>She doesn't make it hard to imagine her that way either, right now.</em>Damn his traitorous imagination.