The agent sat without a complaint and Dalton was almost tempted to compare her to a docile patient. Treatment wasn't what he was offering her, however, so she wasn't his patient. She began stripping her sling without a word as well, the harsh sound of the Velcro loud in the room as Dalton fetched another chair and placed it in front of her. He didn't sit quite yet, allowing her the space to get herself sorted.
Dalton couldn't help but watch, however, as the sling came off and he got a better view of the arm. Undeniably mechanical, gold accents giving it an elegant appearance. Her fingers moved smoothly, human rather than robotic, and as she stretched out the arm it became clear that there was little in its movement that differentiated it from an organic arm. His enchantment would be purely cosmetic, then, rather than doing double duty in covering odd movements. A shame, almost, considering how elegant the limb looked.
As he watched her, there was the barest moment of hesitation before she began unbuttoning her shirt. Discomfort, Dalton interpreted it as, but whether it was about taking her shirt off in front of him, leaving her in just an undershirt, or showing the arm itself, he couldn't guess. Truly he didn't need her shirt off, but it would help.
Her warning got an intrigued murmur out of Dalton, as he pondered what magical mechanisms was at work in the arm. A curse, he'd gathered, but curses were so unpredictable. “So there's a strong magnetic component to the arm?” he queried, both because he was curious and because he wanted to ease her into his mini-physical in preparation for the eventual enchantment.
Dalton couldn't help but watch, however, as the sling came off and he got a better view of the arm. Undeniably mechanical, gold accents giving it an elegant appearance. Her fingers moved smoothly, human rather than robotic, and as she stretched out the arm it became clear that there was little in its movement that differentiated it from an organic arm. His enchantment would be purely cosmetic, then, rather than doing double duty in covering odd movements. A shame, almost, considering how elegant the limb looked.
As he watched her, there was the barest moment of hesitation before she began unbuttoning her shirt. Discomfort, Dalton interpreted it as, but whether it was about taking her shirt off in front of him, leaving her in just an undershirt, or showing the arm itself, he couldn't guess. Truly he didn't need her shirt off, but it would help.
Her warning got an intrigued murmur out of Dalton, as he pondered what magical mechanisms was at work in the arm. A curse, he'd gathered, but curses were so unpredictable. “So there's a strong magnetic component to the arm?” he queried, both because he was curious and because he wanted to ease her into his mini-physical in preparation for the eventual enchantment.