Gideon chuckled. "It's on alert, not paranoid." He felt the familiar urge to pace, to look, to touch, but not the heightened anxiety, that sharper sense when his body was truly in what he'd called 'the mode'.
He turned to face her, leaning against the brick of the fireplace facing. "I'm sure your charms are fine." The angle gave him full view of the office, tasteful and simple, calming probably, to most people.