When Dante had heard of her physicality and most importantly first-hand watched some of her earlier stunts. He had an idea of how athletic she was, he wouldn't bother trying to play cool or hide his interest if she questioned. He really did want to see how her physicality blended with the close quarters combat version of handgun use. Broad shoulders shifted from side-to-side as he swayed with a playful expression crossing his face briefly. Capturing his lower lip in one particular incisor as if he'd bite it but letting it fall free quickly after.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#0059b3">"Yeah, I suppose you know if you've read my resume. I've worked on some of the specialist teams meant for urban assault and terrorist response for law enforcement."</span>He flashed her a smile, just as genuine as any of the ones from previous but a glint of amusement shone in his eyes too. The little dots of green that flecked across his otherwise largely brown irises seemed brighter now that the sun rose over the hills.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#0059b3"> "I'm new to working on movie sets. I've only been in film production for a year, I consider myself lucky to get this break. Extremely lucky at that." </span><br/><br/>Dante's posture too was softening, not that he was ever stoic but now his body language had changed. As opposed to standing beside her shoulder-to-shoulder or at an angle to her. He was directly before her, but open, his hands or arms always at his sides or even slightly spread apart to emphasize a particular notion.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#0059b3"> "Ahh." </span>He said, reaching up a finger and brushing the knuckle of his index finger along his temple.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#0059b3"> "You're going to laugh but it's true. As much as I loved reading as a kid, my father wasn't a huge fan of literature. So aside from some of the more physical stuff we did together, when at home what was bonding time to him was renting a movie. He even got my mother into it. Well, rarely the action ones but she was a good sport in general."</span>He paused to laugh, his muscular torso shifting with the hearty chuckle. The memory of her struggling through some of his dad's choices a good one.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#0059b3">"Movies were an easy way for us to all spend time together even if their schedules were busy. So I never stopped loving them." </span><br/><br/>He paused again, looking about briefly and once he found some production pieces. Cameras, boom mics, and the people who operated them.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#0059b3">"Getting a chance to work with people who bring these ideas to life sounded amazing, I figured if I could be a part of making others connect the way I did with my pop. That's more than worth it." </span>He ended his thoughts by leaning into her posture much as she did him, extending the hand that'd just gestured towards the crew so the back of his digits brushed along the upper part of her forearm near her elbow.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#0059b3">"What about you? Was this something you aspired to do or something you found your athletic ability fit really well with?"</span>