[ Lucky you, Robert, Isaak's disinclined to shy away from too much eye contact. Or most forms of contact, actually. He's never been one to flinch; it often puts people on edge, which has always been useful. He waits without impatience while the doctor orders, and stands as he sees him heading back, walking over to meet him just after Chase pauses.]

Some manifestation of Brazil, perhaps, [he muses, putting out a hand to take one of the cups.] Though I wonder what they tell people who've never heard of Brazil. Shall we? [He waves expansively toward the gardens, leaving Chase to take the lead. After all, it was his invitation.]