Her eyes carefully rested on his, her gaze moving slowly from one to the other, as though unconsciously checking the color of each. No real difference, though the flecks didn't quite align here or there. Imperfect. Human. What quickly became clear to Faye was that she didn't really understand Norrington. Maybe now and again she could pin down possible motivations of his, but for all that she tried to analyze him, it felt like she was being scrutinized right in return. Like walking around each other.

It was just that for him, he was claiming that it was just a walk in the park. For Faye, it was all a dance, and much more deliberate.

"So you're going to like me whether I want it or not, huh?" Faye grinned, resting her chin against the back of her hand. "Well. Fascinating and independent only becomes more interesting when that hand shows you around the rest of my world. And maybe you can show me yours, Mister Sure-of-Himself."