Show him some mercy. Wear a towel.

Best test the waters. Wouldn't do to give him a heart attack this soon. Assassin licked her lips, wrapping a small towel about her waist. The lower curve of her bottom was exposed and every bit of cleavage, too. Silently, she slipped behind Will while he was distracted by his laptop, climbing onto the bed.

"Oh, you're doing some research, huh?" She rang in his ear as she hugged him from behind, her softness pressing into his back.

"Uh, I, uh, um..." he stammered.

She swung around him and sat down beside him, legs kicking off the edge of the bed and her thigh pressing against his. "You could have just asked, y'know." She giggled, the jiggle in her breasts causing beads of water to slide down into the hem of the towel. The young man's glasses slid down his nose as his eyes caught the sight.

She walked her fingers up Will's leg, causing said leg to flinch. How cute... "They say the Grail grants a Servant in the form their Master most yearns for," she hummed, half lidded eyes looking up into his. "So does that mean my Master is a dirty little pervert?" she leaned in, pressing her chest against his arm, the towel straining not to pop off. She smirked, and then sighed. "Of course not. You're too sweet, right?"

"Uh, I, uh... A-A-Actually, I have a d-d-different theory..."

Oh? He had more backbone than she thought. "Enlighten me, Maaaster~" she purred.

He cleared his throat, no doubt trying to reboot his brain. "In all your performances in life, you almost never took off your bra... I hear it's because you were really self-conscious about being flat-chested. So, and this is a little out there, but hear me out... what if, so you could be a better Assassin, the Grail gave you a body you wouldn't be self-conscious about?" He smirked. "Though, to be honest, if you're proud of your new assets... I wouldn't mind you..."

Wow, he was gutsier than he looked. What else could she do but up the ante? "Oh? If I'm proud of my new assets, you wouldn't mind if I... showed them off?" She grinned, reaching up to the hem of her towel and pulling it away from her skin just a pinch.

"Um... uh... Y-You, uh... J-J-guh, uh..." Ah, there was the adorable stammering she enjoyed.

"I would, you know. You don't even have to use a Command Seal. I would." She reached up and traced shapes on his chest with her finger. "Just. For. You."

Will's face turned beet red and he was fairly certain his brain melted out of his ears. "..."

Assassin smirked. "I didn't hear a no!"

Sigh... She couldn't figure this guy out. Adulterers, perverts willing to spend ludicrous amounts of wealth on courtesans, arrogant upper echelons of society, drunkards... Which was her Master? He'd shown no sign of taking advantage of her or acting on any lust he might feel, despite how blatantly provocative she was acting. It was actually starting to frustrate her... She could easily get him using her Pheromone Skill, but she'd vowed never to use that on an ally, and that would defeat the purpose of her teasing. Yeah, his reactions were adorable and fun, but why hadn't he jumped her bones yet? Was he hiding his true nature? Or was he a truly kind gentleman? She'd certainly never met one in her lifetime, but she knew they existed. If so, maybe he’d be easier to navigate around if she bought him a whore for a day or two… nah.

["Congratulations on summoning Assassin."]

Mata Hari and Will both jumped. That voice speaking directly into their heads... Smooth, handsome... An Englishman?

["You are the third Master to enter the Holy Grail War. I suppose you should feel quite glad for the extra prep time, hm?"]

"Wh-Who are you?" Will exclaimed, eyes darting around the room.

["I am the overseer of this Grail War. I am capable of speaking to you through the same mental connection a Master and Servant have. I am the one who will act as impartial supervisor to the events that shall occur in Orlando. I can award extra Command Seals to Masters who have performed some manner of overseer-mandated emergency action and Masters who have lost their Servant may find shelter at a neutral ground where I reside. No Servants can enter this neutral ground due to a Bounded Field and Masters are not allowed to battle there."]

Will glanced at Assassin, who simply shrugged. "This is news to me. Hey, can we ask you some questions?"

["Of course, dear boy. I am happy to provide what information I can, but do note that it would be unsportsmanlike of me to reveal anything that would give you an unfair advantage."]