Glancing up at the man a small smile cracked along her lips as her fingers quickly touch an earring dangling off her lobe. It was a rather special item of her's, belonging to her mother, or at least that was what she was told. Earring of communion. "I don't think you have permission do do any sort of orientation with me. I believe I've turned you down once already, should I say it clearer?" Perking a brow, it would only be a matter of time before she had the upper hand on him.