[ He looks irritated when she grabs it away, but even Eshkol has to admit she does have a point. It's very definitely not his. He heaves an exaggerated but silent sigh, then drops a hand to make a gesture over the table — as if he were writing with an invisible pen on invisible paper. Then a glance up at her, questioning. Things go way quicker when he doesn't have to play charades the whole time. ]