He was definitely sweating. Kimiko saw the little beads clearly on his forehead, from the corner of her eye, as she stared at the images crossing his computer screen. 'There are a lot of fantasies about topping a woman who would definitely castrate someone...' she noted while looking at the screen. Still, he was earning points here, even as she stared with no real interest or disinterest crossing her visage, he eventually managed to choke out some words regarding the man whose name she'd mentioned. "Gojo Satoru is a young Detective currently. He was at my house the other day, investigating my being 'missing'. But I'd find him more useful here... he's a bit too kind to remain in such a force for very long," she said of that particular young man. He'd definitely fit into the position she recommended without fail. She never picked wrong at all. Even now, with her Human Resources Administrator sweating bullets about being found searching hentai, she had nothing but the utmost faith in him to complete his job duties to the highest order of his ability. It was simply her nature to dangle such things over him to get what she required out of him. In truth she had little to no care about what he did to amuse himself so long as he completed his work in a timely manner. Such a thing was about to become known.
"Oh? So this was just for random leisure then... sou ka." she said still smiling. She hadn't been able to use him for a test of her rogue skills, but she wondered. She'd crossed paths with a certain young woman when she'd first entered the building. She knew for a fact that this young man was carrying on a bit of a tryst with her. In general, such things could have been considered against fraternization policies, but Kimiko had written those for very specific instances and not for keeping people from experiencing each other, in a manner of speaking. She moved her hand and felt the pull of that magic so very entwined in her soul. Ah, he had a condom on his person. How very specific. That smile became something demonic. "Why do I know the name of a website that's written on top of every still closing image window scrolling across your screen I wonder~" she asked in that rhetorical yet snarky manner. Of course, it was probably obvious why she knew of the site, it was one of her own most visited, but she hadn't ever been caught scrolling at work. Kimiko wouldn't be admitting to perusing the site to one of her workers, but she wouldn't judge him for his choice. As far as hentai was concerned, at least he was looking at some interesting stuff. Besides, she had more sense than to be upset over something so simple. Perhaps he'd be sure to take her advice and roll back to his home screen next time. "A condom," She held her hand out, expecting to be given what she asked for, though Romani was an interesting man, he might feign ignorance for a bit. She was prepared for that as well.