She really didn't misjudge when she noted he knew his technology earlier. His entire suit was lined with an intricate feedback system. The gauntlets were the most sensitive of the system, the nano technology laced against the metal giving nearly as accurate data as his own nerves. But he still felt minor pressure when his mask was touched in a few areas.
Few things made him bat an eye. She caused him to blink twice, eyes fixed ahead like an old fierce eagle. It certainly paused him, though. After all, he was Doom and didn't need such affections. It was the unspoken (and sometimes spoken) rule that no one touched Doom without his say so--except for sneaky assassin women, it seemed. But it was a touch, even through his mask, and that was startling in that it was so light and swift. He was much more used to vicious strikes, not affectionate gestures!
It didn't pause him for long, though, because he was quick to figure out his best response was to be unfazed. The computer whirred and clicked. Its screen blackening.
"Until we..." He looked up, realizing her heat signature had quickly left the room in one smooth sweep, leaving only a faint trail behind. He scowled.
This was why he hated ninjas...
Still... He took another sip of wine, leaning back thoughtfully. Things should start getting very interesting. Mentally he introduced another set of pieces into the massive chess board in his mind. Interesting indeed...