Unless you think this young man is in on such a thing -- [The batista smiles nervously, not sure if he should laugh or protest] -- then we should be fine. I do not touch yours, you do not touch mine.

[He waits a few moments after she walks away, getting his own cup. Thrn, he sits across from her.

His posture changes quickly, loosens and relaxes as much as possible. His training makes it hard to really be at ease, especially with everything else on his mind. Everything he can't say.

So, he starts with a hint of sentiment.]

It's good to see you.