Conor spotted movement out of the corner of his eye, and it was also kind of hard to miss the bright shock of Esme's hair. A flick of his wrist sent one of the smaller tornadoes spinning over to her. It wouldn't hurt her, it just made a really cool visual.
"Over here," he called. "I'm just killing some time since there's no real work to be done. Or if there is, it can wait til later." He turned to face her properly, catching the expression on her face. He smiled to himself, because even though he'd never admit it, sometimes he did love seeing those looks on people's faces.