Michaelangelo just blinked with a thoughtful distant look on his face. "Know how to separate the two...." he said with distant thoughtfulness. Shaking his head and looked at her. "I do not know who I am...I have been the job so long...I do not know anything else." He shook his head and looked at her. "I am?" he said in a puzzled way. Shrugging it off. "No. I doubt it. Aside from you I am not but a cold blooded killer. For some reason it is different for you." he said as he had been trained and learned it to be that way. He looked at her. "I think...if I was tocare about someone it would be you. Youmare the closest thing I have to a friend." He shrugged it off. "In any case I am here to protect you with my life. Also to lay low for awhile. Last mission was an ambush. Mission was successfully vcompleted yet drew extreme amount of attention. Thus I must lay low for awhile until things cool off. I will sleep on your floor for the best level of protection of your life and safety." the cold distant goal oriented mercenary was back. Though somehow she alone could pull him out of that and drag him out of his shells a bit.