"All of your fidgeting is enough to drive a lesser telepath up the wall, you know," he says stepping out from his own bedroom. However, knowing the reasoning behind her anxious energy, he supposes he can do something about that. Probably should, so as not to waste (more) of Crawford's precious time. "You want to know who else I could possibly trust to bring into the temple, is that it?" Since he's so obviously fond of having other visitors over.

"Remember what I warned you about that first day? Goes double for this guy." He settles onto the couch, spreading his arms and crossing one leg over the other. "My boss finally showed up." Yes, boss - he figured if he made it clear what the hierarchy was, she might be as respectful to Crawford - if not moreso - than to Schuldig himself. "He knows who I am - has known for years. He's got his own brand of Talent, so I know you'll be wise to not anger him." He closes his eyes. "Crawford. American, despite the posh name." Then he opens them to take stock of her following all of this or not.