This new Sorcerer Supreme proved to be an incredible source of intel. The Ancient One really hadn't lied – he was reeling off information that you had spent years trying to obtain. Despite desiring to question him immensely, you resigned to listening intently to his words. In all the time he was speaking, you never once interrupted, and he managed to close the unrequited conversation quite smoothly.
"Any questions?" He raised a brow, observing the confused yet excited glint in your eyes.
Laughing faintly, you responded, "No. None."
"Good. I suppose you will be on your way then?" He enquired in a composed tone, although you detected the slightest hint of disappointment.
"I don't have to. There are no meetings today, and I have left the London Sanctum under Mordo's protection."
"I see." His comment was brief, but you sensed an immediate shift in his demeanour.
You studied his perfect facial structure – those cheekbones, his gorgeous eyes, and you liked what he did with the beard. Making an approving noise alerted him to your gaze, as if it wasn't already the most obvious thing ever. He fixed you with a silent glare, but it failed to deter your wandering eyes.
Realising this, he allowed an annoyed sigh to disturb the wordless air.
"What do you gain from watching me?" He asked, turning your attention to his mouth.
A smile played at your lips. "A great deal of satisfaction."
"Right."
As this encounter had not been previously arranged, he couldn't possibly have predicted the amount of tea you were inclined to consume, nor the flirtatious way your (e/c) orbs trailed his figure. Another comfortable silence enveloped the room, and so the doctor elected to resume your staring competition.
He noted each individual ministration that presented some degree of romantic attraction, and instantly imitated it, pleased upon seeing your eyes widen.
"I didn't expect you to be good at this, doctor."
