Andreas remained sitting there, offering nothing but an amused smile, the perfect picture of calm delight.  He could tell he was being sized up… weighed and measured.  No one had to tell him that he didn’t look like much but a pretty face; that was the beauty of his design, the ability to slip through unnoticed as a threat, to catch enemies and marks off guard, and to make a clean getaway.  That he took down men twice his size was nothing to him.  Brute strength was nothing in the face of skill and deception, and Andreas was a hell of a lot stronger than he looked.  He was memorable in that he was attractive, not as a possible suspect.  He put a lot of work into his body to ensure that, too.<br/><br/>So why did he feel offended that the detective he was being paired with held doubt and judgement in his eyes when looking at him?  It should’ve been a compliment.  But this was a different scenario, one where he was<i>supposed</i>to be a force to contend with.  It was the one time he’d put himself in a situation where he was allowed to show off his skill, where he didn’t have to play the fragile and clueless passerby, the victim, the whore on the corner, or the shadow without a name.  This was the closest he’d ever get to being able to show everyone<i>himself</i>… and he was already being dismissed as lesser.  Unwanted.<i>Weak.</i><br/><br/>He didn’t let that anger show.<br/><br/>They left the office and he was given a hasty tour of the place.  It was more like a general reference of where things were, but it wasn’t like he needed someone to take him by the hand.  It was enough to give him a feel for the place, not to mention the way Cam handled things.  Saying that the man was rough around the edges was an understatement.  Still, he had to be pretty damned good to be sitting where he was, handed a<i>Dhukura</i>case.  That wasn’t something they’d throw a rookie on, nor someone who hadn’t proven themselves in the field.  Andreas would let that speak enough for the confidence that this man inspired from others instead of assuming his job would be an easy one.<br/><br/>The folder he was handed had very little in it.  That was of no surprise to him.  Of<i>course</i>forensics had jack shit, because Andreas wasn’t some sloppy amateur.  He glanced up at the diplomas between reading the long line of negatives on some kind of analysis page.  Psychology?  Jeez.  The man could have a field day with someone like him.  Andreas would have to be extra careful.  Then again, Cam didn’t seem to have all his ducks in a row, either.  He was fidgeting, like he was anxious, and the half assed attempt at humour about coffee and the blonde in forensics being a bad aim was all a lackluster cover for something else.  Insecurity?  Was it the case that had him so agitated, or something else?<br/><br/>“Questions…?  No.  Pretty standard layout.  I’m more interested in this case, to be honest.  It’s fresh, so we shouldn’t waist time.  This isn’t much to go on, though” he finally said, dropping the thin file onto the desk that was supposed to be his.  “I hear the victim was into crime?  Probably retribution… got what was coming to him.  Or could’ve been someone trying to get the competition out of the way.”  He licked his lips and nodded back the way they came.  It was an unfamiliar chance to revisit the aftermath of one of his jobs.  “Gotta start somewhere.  You want to check out the body, first?  I’d love to hear what you’ve cooked up on this profile, while we’re at it.”