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	Tony analyzed the lovely blond girl before him. He hesitated to call her a woman; she couldn't have been much older than eighteen, which made him just the slightest bit uncomfortable because he was twenty-seven. They say age is just a number, but... he tried to push that out of his mind; after all, they were matched by experts, right?
	He noticed immediately how scared she was. She reminded him of a little kid that had been put into time out, or made to apologize for something; terrified, yet brave and dutiful. He hoped that she wasn't regretting this already. Gently as he could, Tony reached forward and cupped her hands in his. "Are you alright, Tinkerbell?" He asked her softly, so that only she could clearly hear him. If she didn't want to do this any more, he didn't want to force her.