[His demeanor is about as composed as it usually gets for a man of his makeup, all flyaway tresses when they aren't tucked away into a braid and flyaway fancies and even more flyaway expressions. There's a little fidgeting at being scrutinized so heavily, but then he never quite holds still.

And he allows it, including the long stare -- his eyes are brilliant and clear and perfectly green, reflecting Huaisang at himself like the emeralds they've been compared to. They can just look at each other for a little while.

He smiles a little at the ending prompt, the smile itself a little embarrassed.]

I think -- I hope -- we've reached an understanding. I do appreciate it...