From what she can see, he's a moderately rich man, handsome enough for his age. He seems to firm his resolve about the time Kisame actually speaks up, as though his material power was somehow superior to the shinbone's obvious physical power. It all seems very, very dull, until the man starts speaking.

"I was just thinking that such a pretty woman must be terribly bored—" She stops listening around then, but keeps her eyes glued to his face and her smile unfaltering. Her full attention is focused on the very, very faint traces of discoloration she can see on his tongue as he continues to prattle on. It takes about five seconds for her to piece blurred and camouflaged marks together to form a certain seal.

One she had seen on three naughty children who had been forced to choke on their own blood once they had decided to finally cooperate.

Hidden and comfortably curled, her pinky taps out a simple codeword on Kisame's skin: Puppet.