"In the most luxurious of silk," Satoru confirms. Finding out information via mind reading about one's underwear is surprisingly involved -- it's not like it's a thought that's on their minds constantly, so it involves delving back through their memories of the day and finding the fuzzy, barely-remembered-because-it's-so-routine memory of getting dressed.
Easy for him, though. He's very much a specialist.
"How do we want to do this?" he asks Ed. "The funnier option would be one of us seducing him into giving up his underpants. Or I could just compel him--"
He cuts off briefly as footsteps approach, a Silver academic walking past. To avoid detection, Satoru pushes a perception of recognition into their mind; to them, he'll take on the bland appearance of someone they're sure they've met but can't quite place. They nod at the two of them, suspecting nothing, and glide on past.
"--which would be quicker, I guess," Satoru continues once they're gone. "How's your seduction skills, pumpkin?"
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Easy for him, though. He's very much a specialist.
"How do we want to do this?" he asks Ed. "The funnier option would be one of us seducing him into giving up his underpants. Or I could just compel him--"
He cuts off briefly as footsteps approach, a Silver academic walking past. To avoid detection, Satoru pushes a perception of recognition into their mind; to them, he'll take on the bland appearance of someone they're sure they've met but can't quite place. They nod at the two of them, suspecting nothing, and glide on past.
"--which would be quicker, I guess," Satoru continues once they're gone. "How's your seduction skills, pumpkin?"