Osmar hesitated for a moment, not certain at how he ought to react to the gesture. Things were moving at an awfully fast pace it seemed.
Yes, yes, this really is working! cried the first thoughts.
No, no, it would not be proper would it? rebuked the second thoughts.
Wouldn't it be rude not to? retaliated the first thoughts.
Um...
We are wasting time observed the third thoughts.
With exaggerated care, as if the limb were some explosive which would burst at the slightest shock accepted the arm. He couldn't afford to be rude by denying her something she wanted, as first thoughts had pointed out. When an explosion failed to materialize, the tension eased.
"Yes, um... zis way p'lease. I sink... sink we will see ze Yhessostat fir's't."