"I see," Daemon said slowly, studying Airy with a new curiosity. A perceptive young woman. Cute, with a sweet face and an air of...innocence, perhaps? "Weird wouldn't be the word I would have used, but I suppose it might do. Do you often come to conclusions about the needs of others?"
He doesn't sound as if he's being sarcastic, or trying to mock her. The questions sound genuine, like he's gently prodding her for a specific type of answer.
As he asks, he also extends a very, very gentle psychic probe to brush at her mind. He can't touch a landen mind (those with no psychic ability), and he's been keeping his mind to himself while he's among so many, lest he accidentally hurt them. With the probe, however, he can often read surface emotions and surface thoughts. And if the mind he's trying to touch is not landen--well, he's honestly only met Blood or landen. Any other options have never come up, so he honestly has no idea what a psychic probe at their mind might do.
He has no reason to think Airy's anything but landen, of course. It's just that she beelined toward him with the faint vagueness of purpose that reminded him of a Black Widow following deep instinct, or someone he'd drawn to himself with a subtle psychic suggestion. Which he hadn't. But. He'd been doing the best he could to be unobtrusive, so even if this was random happenstance, he did want to know what had given him away.
With a wry twist to his words while he tried to investigate her mind without hurting her, he said, "I wouldn't think I'd have stood out as someone who needed a friendly ear."
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Date: 2019-05-02 02:02 am (UTC)He doesn't sound as if he's being sarcastic, or trying to mock her. The questions sound genuine, like he's gently prodding her for a specific type of answer.
As he asks, he also extends a very, very gentle psychic probe to brush at her mind. He can't touch a landen mind (those with no psychic ability), and he's been keeping his mind to himself while he's among so many, lest he accidentally hurt them. With the probe, however, he can often read surface emotions and surface thoughts. And if the mind he's trying to touch is not landen--well, he's honestly only met Blood or landen. Any other options have never come up, so he honestly has no idea what a psychic probe at their mind might do.
He has no reason to think Airy's anything but landen, of course. It's just that she beelined toward him with the faint vagueness of purpose that reminded him of a Black Widow following deep instinct, or someone he'd drawn to himself with a subtle psychic suggestion. Which he hadn't. But. He'd been doing the best he could to be unobtrusive, so even if this was random happenstance, he did want to know what had given him away.
With a wry twist to his words while he tried to investigate her mind without hurting her, he said, "I wouldn't think I'd have stood out as someone who needed a friendly ear."