It was sobering. For a moment, Ezrael thought about how much of this was just part of her test. On the other hand, he was pretty sure there were multiple moments where she was not acting as the gallic amiral but as a woman who liked the kind of attention he gave her. It had to. After everything she had gone through.
The coffee was hot. It was slightly awkward to know that the only thing between them and the end of this meeting was the fact that the coffee was almost too hot to drink right away. Instead he watched her lighting up her cigarette. Judging by the amount of what she usually smoked, he had to wonder whether her clothes were smelling after it. Her bureau certainly did, while this canteen just happened to have had plenty of other sources of scents and smells, some more pleasant than the others, at least to him.
He would definitely need to take something for his stomach. Not only was it a lot to... stomach, but also a lot of food he usually didn't eat. And the coffee surely would make him want to pee rather soon. Her probably aswell. Did she have her own toilet here on Cordes? Probably. He had his own bathroom on the Apahanta, too. Well, if he wasn't sharing his quarters with Noel and Sombra, that is.
Chanteloup would notice an empty stare in his eyes as he smirked at her, wondering about all these questions before he realized how much adrift his thoughts were. The smoke of her cigarette was rising to the ceiling, disappearing in the air. And soon they would disappear from each other, probably for a long time. Maybe Isabelle would disappear forever after this. Possibly dying in battle. Possibly.
Prolonged silence. She had asked him for any remaining questions, but he only answered with thoughtful silence.
"Nothing as of yet. I'll think of something, just to make sure you'll need to mark another date for a meeting with me." He smirked in his typical way. "That means falling in battle is inacceptable. If you do, you and me, we'll have a problem."
Having forgotten about how hot the coffee was, he took a sip, and as it burned his tongue and mouth, he kept up the faccade to play it off. His eyes still got slightly watery.