The light sensation of his thumb running across her knuckles equivalent to heavy petting according to her senses combined together. All previous topic of conversations evaporated from her mind as she cocked her head to the side in his direction when he answered of his job profession as a professional liar yet a storyteller and with such a heart stopping grin as well. That job title had her completely stumped for a literal second until her mind started to become puzzled and, admitting, herself becoming cautious. Since he is a self confessed professional liar, would he be lying about his job? But then again, what possible reasons could there be for him to do so? Her brows knitted together as the questions whirled around her head until her eyes widened at a thought that came to mind. Yes, clearly it, she concluded to her own facts. Her hand clutched onto his in reaction and to let him know that he can trust her with anything he tells her in truth, "Are you saying you can't tell me your real occupation because you're part of the CIA or a part of a secret service? Nod once if yes, shake head twice if no."