[Evil Tink]

Mystic narrowed his eyes, stepping over to Holden. He closed his eyes, examining the smell of the air around him. He lifted his hand swiftly and brought it to his cheek, but just before he made contact with the skin, his hand stopped to only lightly tap him. "Lisa...you say..." He opened his eyes as he took one step back. His hand lightly trailed along Holden's shirt before clenching it..after a few seconds, he let him go, "Very interesting smell your friend Lisa has." He put his hands in his pockets, looking away, "Not yet. Acera won't let me near her until the day before the meeting."