He sighed, but nodded. He didn't like talking about the reasons he needed a bodyguard, because that means that he needs protection, that someone wants to hurt him, and he didn't like this thought. He shoved his hair behind his ear and took his glasses off from his little nose, to clean then with the rim of his shirt.<br/><br/>"Well, to get to the point quickly, during my career I have gotten a few... Let's say... Threats. Threats to my life, threats to my belongings, threats to my family ... Since the last project of mine got so... Famous." He said it as if it was An incurable disease. "And because it's so important... I, er... Decided to take responsibility for my life, to make sure the struggle won't be for nothing." He pushed a finger to the collar of his shirt to keep it away from his skin, and felt how sweaty he was. Oh, God, he must be stinking. "This, in general terms, is why I need you."