This crew of Elissa’s sounded like a dependable bunch, Joseph wondered where she’d acquired such a team that had such concern for her - he could count on one hand himself how many people he trusted, and in saying that, he never really, fully, trusted anyone… he’d never expect anyone to look for him if he went missing either, it was just the way of life. Considering Elissa’s misfortune otherwise, it was good for her she had some kind of family.

Joseph raised his eyebrows for a moment as Elissa acknowledged his position on the chair, “no I uh…I’m just getting comfortable” he replied, a half-lie - [i]why did she ask, though?[/i] He was tempted to question her what she wanted to do about it, but thought perhaps that would be a little too far... he wondered if her small frame, delicate hands were capable of working out those deep knots - she’d be welcome to try, and would she like the feel of him? A broad chest and shoulders, kept strong by sailing, he was lean - well, mostly say for a few soft spots here and there, but he’d not had any complaints yet. Joseph cleared his throat and shuffled a little to interrupt and dispel his wandering thoughts. He wasn’t anywhere near throwing off his better, more appropriate judgements just yet.. [i]he really should keep it that way.[/i] He glanced around the room before his eyes met once again with Elissa, “well, I must be really something…Elissa, if you’ve waited that long” he began, “I hope you’re not disappointed” he grinned - clearly she would have liked him to remember her, if he was taking her account to be the truth, but he wandered if he even was the same person she knew before that she seemed to have sorely missed. 

What too, did that mean if he’d been good friends with the daughter of the one, Mr. Bishop?