Naomi slightly jerked from his touch before clearing her throat, glancing away.
Barton glanced down and his brows twitched when he noticed what was going on behind the table.
'Well, she certainly doesn't look pale anymore.' Barton pointed out through the mind link. Naomi was flushed and a had a small red hue to her cheeks.
Daniel smirked before trailing his hand back up to leave it palm-down on the table.
"Can we get this over with?" Harry impatiently asked, furiously tapping his feet against the floor board.
"Why the rush Harry?" Daniel said outloud, the smirk not faltering on his face. "We have time."
The man grumbling, snorted but said nothing still, causing Naomi to tense up when she recognized him.
"I don't have time." The man mumbled and shut up after the other elders turned to him with sour expressions.
