Takao's scarred eyebrow slowly lifted as Hina stared into his cold pools of bottomless obsidian, then her eyes wandered down his face, and by then he'd righted her back onto her feet. His eyebrows flicked at her audible pout and a slight smirk pulled the corner of his mouth partway into one cheek. She bent over and his eyes lingered, watching her pick up the fallen papers for longer than he should have while her clothing walked a fine line leaning towards exposing herself.

"Probably. I already am." He had set his mug down and knelt to help collect the sea of papers that littered his office floor. He eyed a few, ignored the majority, and piled the collective in a messy stack on his desk as she sorted through a few of them and started reading off their subject matters.

'Let's see here, some construction proposals...' He feigned disgust, or perhaps it wasn't truly feigned, and gagged. Infrastructure was an integral part of the village, and the Leaf was host to a very large population, which meant construction needed to be kept up on. New homes needed to be built, old ones needed to be fixed, new and old roads alike required maintenance, and the recent addition of locomotion had created an entirely new branch of problems. "Ech. Bottom of the pile."

'Oh wow, this noble wants you to personally tutor their snot nosed kid.' Without any other change in his expression, his eyebrows flicked upward before his expression returned to perfect neutrality. "Ah, my favourite..."

'We can’t forget about all the women who came up with every excuse in the book to schedule an hour with you.' With a weighty roll of his eyes and a hearty sip of the life-giving brown nectar held within his mug, Takao grunted. "I think we can forget about those, actually."

Finally, she got around to asking what she really wanted to ask, and giving him the details he needed for an adequate response. She wanted to know about chakra gates, more specifically, the 'Eight Heavenly Gates', although she hadn't named them as such. He recalled opening them by accident during one of his episodic outbursts of rage that caused great disorder within his chakra system, and afterwards had gradually learned how to open them normally.

"Oh. Yeah, okay, that wasn't what I was expecting." His faint noise of surprise sounded pleasant, he wasn't expecting it to be something that he was actually quite interested in. Normally, they would come to him and ask him vague questions about 'how to get strong' or 'how to fight better', and he rarely had a satisfactory answer. However, for Hina's inquiry, he had an extensive explanation, and a pang of excitement to teach such a rare ability rang in his head like a loud bell.

"I can teach you to open the Gates." He flashed a lopsided smile, happy to have somebody interested in something that was actually worth teaching. His gaze trailed sidelong, fixating upon the stack of papers, and a grimace scrunched his face.

"Well," He said, taking another drink of coffee. "As much as I was looking forward to doing all that work, I guess I'll just have to take a well earned break." As if he needed to destroy paperwork to justify leaving the office, Takao started for the door, still holding his piping hot mug. He opened the door, held it open with his boot, and gestured with his unoccupied hand.

"Come on, it's too nice of a day to spend indoors. I'll teach you about the Gates on top of the monument."

With Hina in tow, Takao would take her out of the office, lead her up a flight of stairs that took them to the roof of the Administration Building, and then a long, winding staircase that ran along the sheer face of the Hokage Monument's mountain. It was a long walk and he made it tirelessly to the top, still holding a mostly full mug of coffee. There, at the top of the world-- or at least the Hidden Leaf village, a cool breeze floated lazily through, contrasting with the warm sun that beat down through a clear, mostly cloudless sky. He inhaled a long breath and exhaled a content sigh. The location was relaxing for more reasons than just the scenery and scent; his thoughts weren't clouded by the bustle of people that acted as an unwanted distraction.

"Much better." He said, sipping from the edge of his mug. "So, how much do you know about the Gates already? I don't want to bore you with information you already know."