"Oh, no you don't. You already got me with the stabbing thing, you don't get to joke about leaving me too." He kissed her as she played with his hair, his arm around her middle. When she whispered he grinned and looked over at her, eyebrow quirked. "You know you'd be in for a long night in that case. There's a lot of room to, ah... 'christen'." He smirked as she got up, watching her hips move, leaning back on the bed with both arms as she explored. Her comment at the mirror made him roll his eyes.<br/><br/>"Sucks? Hardly. You're gorgeous." He stood to look at his own reflection. He'd seen it before in still water and smaller mirrors, but never quite full-body. He folded his arms over his broad chest and looked up and down, scowling faintly at what he saw. Had he always been so... big? He rubbed his shoulders and chest, suddenly a little bit self-conscious. He moved on to another sliding door, inside of which he found a row of hanging uniforms, all colored a dark olive green. He took one out and looked it over, frowning at the array of metal on the chest, and the three stars on the shoulders. He put it back with a small 'huh' and moved on, checking the drawers, most of which were empty. Inside the top one he found a small case for a pistol, though the gun itself and the magazine that fit inside it were both missing.