Enterting with little more than the slide of a door and the flutter of his loose robe, Kisuke looks between the two, eyeing first the individual with the sweet tooth and the curly hair whom Nuriko had identified as boss -- and finding him little threat, or little reason to make him threaten -- he focuses his attentions on Nuriko.
He dips his head low again, although he'd already done so more than once in deference to her good grace for showing up at all.
"I want you to answer some questions before I look at anything. Please. Rather than examining how that body of yours works and in what detail, why don't you just tell me in your own words? No need to go into gross detail. I've no intention of taking away your dignity. So your own words. Those will do nicely. And please, relax. Can I get you anything for your nerves?"
Kisuke folds a hand across his bared chest. She's so nervous she's practically making him nervous. He can't blame her. But it doesn't make this easier for either of them.
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Date: 2014-01-05 08:39 am (UTC)He dips his head low again, although he'd already done so more than once in deference to her good grace for showing up at all.
"I want you to answer some questions before I look at anything. Please. Rather than examining how that body of yours works and in what detail, why don't you just tell me in your own words? No need to go into gross detail. I've no intention of taking away your dignity. So your own words. Those will do nicely. And please, relax. Can I get you anything for your nerves?"
Kisuke folds a hand across his bared chest. She's so nervous she's practically making him nervous. He can't blame her. But it doesn't make this easier for either of them.