Although he wanted to call Alexei over to claim his daughter, Henry had always been careful not to let outsiders connect him with the image of "Black Super." Any excessive move would be no different from admitting his identity in front of S.H.I.E.L.D.
So Henry perfectly played the part of a lecherous man attracted to a youthful, beautiful girl, wanting her but lacking the courage to make a move, and ushered the applicant, "Natalie Rushman," inside. His eyes darted about evasively, yet remained quite obviously fixed on her ample chest.
Inside, though, he was thinking about helping Skye remove her casts tomorrow. That little injury could be healed with a bit of saliva. As long as she had not closed her eyes, kicked her legs, and stopped breathing, children her age ought to be going to school. What was the point of taking leave and staying home?
"Kate, the temporary caregiver you wanted to interview is here. This is Miss Natalie Rushman." Skye, both hands in casts, sat beside Catherine Hepburn as Henry brought Natalie before her.
Do not assume being able to take leave and stay home was something the girl had been longing for. If her hands had been fine, then yes, it would have been. But now even Skye's fingers were wrapped in plaster. It was inconvenient in every way, and anyone who had not experienced it personally could never truly understand.
The little girl was already considering whether she should practice typing with her toes.
Henry led Natalie over to sit at the dining table. In Europe and America, this was customary when discussing important matters. The living room was arranged too comfortably, making it unsuitable for serious business; that was a place for idle chatter and nonsense.
Henry then turned and switched on the television