[Even just getting his hand feels like a small triumph. Despite how he dwarfs her, Rin's fingers curl around him. Her thumb gently massaging the back of his palm. She'll rise to his challenge, but in her own way. In fact the sudden recognition, now that he's introduced himself, sparks a bit more excitement in her. Energetically she tries coaxing him to the center of the room. Like leading a horse to water.]

And here I am about to make another bad impression. I won't be upset if you hate me for it.

[I can handle it, she tells herself. She can be hated and reviled as long as she's on top. As long as she reaches that goal. And perhaps if she were in her right mind she'd hate him to. Or at least find herself more rankled than she currently is about his appearance. His beauty reminds her of Saber's — distanced, untouchable, and righteous. Saber was the King of Knights, noble and just with a voice as clear and heavenly as a bell. Tohsaka was so mesmerized by the woman in her armor, so fascinated by her, that she almost let herself die to her sword that night they met.

Today, however, she will stand above ethereal beauty and conquer virtue.]

"Rin Tohsaka," is the name you can pour your distaste into, if that would make you feel better about it.

[D will find that she guides his hand up to her cheek. Posing it to cup her face as she braces the back of his hand with her own. Accompanied by a small nuzzling motion, she's not too unlike a cat marking its spot.]