[It's incredible what a single touch can do to the brilliant mind of Dr. Egon Spengler. In the span of a few seconds, the words leaving his mouth get caught in his throat and his cheeks turn red. The corners of his mouth quirk upwards in a faint smile, though he glances down at the samples on his desk before addressing Venkman.]
Right now?
[--is all that he manages to get out of his mouth. The sentence could almost be interpreted as reluctant, if it weren't for the fact he was readjusting his grip on Venkman's hands, interlacing his fingers in a more comfortable fashion.]
no subject
Right now?
[--is all that he manages to get out of his mouth. The sentence could almost be interpreted as reluctant, if it weren't for the fact he was readjusting his grip on Venkman's hands, interlacing his fingers in a more comfortable fashion.]