Emma smiles at Sloane. "Such flattery. If you're not careful, we'll rope you into teaching poetry." She sits down, mostly amused by his proprietary touch on her shoulder, and looks up at him with a small smile.
As he sits beside her, Emma turns her gaze back to Arvin Sloane. She's reading him, of course, and she sees enough to know he is serious about a position at Xavier's. There is something else beneath his polished exterior that gives her a brief pause; something he is trying very hard to keep in check. Emma can appreciate that. She simply wants to ascertain that he is not a threat to her students or her teammates. Emma can appreciate a little bit of darkness of the soul.
"So, do tell me what you've been up to since last we saw each other. Anything exciting?" She sips at her glass of water.
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Date: 2007-05-06 10:09 pm (UTC)As he sits beside her, Emma turns her gaze back to Arvin Sloane. She's reading him, of course, and she sees enough to know he is serious about a position at Xavier's. There is something else beneath his polished exterior that gives her a brief pause; something he is trying very hard to keep in check. Emma can appreciate that. She simply wants to ascertain that he is not a threat to her students or her teammates. Emma can appreciate a little bit of darkness of the soul.
"So, do tell me what you've been up to since last we saw each other. Anything exciting?" She sips at her glass of water.