With the same smile the Gerudo had given him many times before, Nabooru moved a hand to rest along her hip and she wiggled her fingers of the unoccupied hand in his direction. "Hello," she greeted him, a bit of a cool and sly - if not downright devious - tone.

As she looked around his office, her immediate priority was to find one of the most inappropriate places to sit, which wasn't his lap. She chose his desk, finding it a suitable replacement. And as she crossed one leg over the other, she leaned onto the palm of a hand. "Are you doing all right? I thought I should stop in and see how you were doing."