"Ah," Marcus said, "That does help. I can be quick, but I can be quicker if I know what I'm up against." He took her good hand to keep her from porting without him.
"You haven't worked with many seers, have you?" Kate asked.
"The seers I worked with didn't specialize this way. They were old men who specialized in divination. They were pretty tied to their divining things."
"And less reactive," Kate said.
"Indeed. I have some things to learn, then," Marcus said, seeing even more that he was now working for a much younger, impulsive client, and actually, he did like the challenge.
It didn't take more than another moment for Khaat's vision to end. She jumped, startled. Marcus didn't want her to port out away from him so he wrapped his arm around her shoulder when she sat forward.
She wasn't even quite sure who was there at first, but she folded into his shoulder. He wrapped his arms around her.
As much as he wanted to be the professional she needed, his own thoughts were momentarily distracted by the scent of her floral shampoo, the feel of her soft hair and her soft skin against his, and the intoxicating perfume she wore. He hadn't noticed that yesterday on the train tracks. He noticed today. It certainly was a definite improvement from the antibacterial soap, old aftershave, and cigar smoke he had been surrounded with so continuously.
He gave her a moment. He looked at her, looked truly into her eyes and said, "Where are we going?"
She took a moment to gather herself and said. "I'm not entirely sure. Maybe Knockturn."
"Do we need to go today?" he asked.
"I...don't know," she said.
"Then let's not go until we know. Let's not walk into a trap again, huh?" he asked. She paused and then she nodded. He picked up her coffee mug again and offered it to her. She took it, and he simply sat with her to reassure her.