It wasn't so soft as to stop her from wrapping her hand around his bicep--coquettish from a distance--in a warning squeeze. "Careful, Old Man; you're going to spoil the surprise." The pressure around his arm lessened, she looped her arm with his. "Besides you wouldn't dare; Bakus are an endangered species, or haven't you heard?"
"Have you picked a favorite yet?" Sato asked casually, steering them both slowly through the exhibit. She nodded towards the nearest display. "A genuine 18th century. Gilded silver wire wrapped grip and colichemarde pattern. Such a pity when it went out of vogue."
A familiar pair of heads caught her eye. Sato smiled and looked in the opposite direction, the turn of her head hiding her expression. "Four o'clock, straight ahead. Your esteemed opposition." Her mouth quirked. "And his daughter."