Take Me to the Kasbah

I see you there in your chair, and instantly, I notice your hair.  Silicon is stronger than carbon based filaments.  I care not who is in vicinity.  You are pretty and cannot see.  That creates an energy in me.  It is rage that can be used as passionate scientific discovery inside of me.  You picked up my fairly alien, silly, sense of humor that people in my position use to compete and be elite.  It is never part of the show to care about anybody, but I cared about your survival right away.  Russia is different, and I see that you are the one American who sees that so directly, and finds it calming and funny.  Come with me to the Kasbah and experience the joy of being ultimately cared for by someone who is perfectly in charge.  All the strings are pulled behind the scenes and all you see is elegance.  People have used you and your abilities illegally, and I will restore your faith behind the scenes.  You are so alert and elite to a degree, I cannot see.  I guess that means that you need your privacy.  I feel so much better now that we have engaged.  See me as a mighty warrior who will go at these dream mongers in a way that you will be kept safe every day.