“Don’t mention it.” He said casually, going back to his original spot. Being that close to her would only cause problems. Truth be told he could not really say what problems but he didn’t want to find out either. Already he was getting to close to this. Once he was done with whatever conversation they would have he was going to relax and plan. The mental clock in his head was going and even if his client hadn’t given him a timetable he’d given himself one.<br/><br/>‘You’ve been to Australia?’ cut through his thoughts, head bobbing in a yes motion as she talked on. “To be honest I don’t really remember it that much. I was a kid at the time but, yeah, I do remember heat.” He said sounding somewhat sorry he could not explain more about a place she clearly wanted to go to. His eyes followed her movement, body relaxing somewhat against the island. His elbow rested on the hard surface, fingers laced and ankles crossed. This was probably the most relaxed he’d been for a while, at least around her.<br/><br/>His relaxation was disrupted when she ‘disrobed’. Straitening he turned his gaze away, eyes focusing on his own abandoned mug. “No, not a sniper. I was not good at it.” Complete lie; he was faire at it. Not the greatest in the world but he could do it pretty well. “Started off as a Marine but managed to somehow talk my way into joining up with the Military Police.” He said keeping his gaze away from her though in other ways he found it rude to be talking to the table and not at her. In the end he decided to lift his gaze to look at her face, at least then he was looking at her without ogling her. He would have questioned what she meant by that ‘sexy savoir faire’ and ‘grunt’ comment but he held back. Almost half naked women didn’t bother him and it seemed she was not bothered to be dressed like that in front of him. However; he would be a gentleman about it and not look at her though some part of him wondered if that was what she was going for or if this was some sort of test.<br/><br/>Her next words seemed to point more toward the test part of his thought processes. “I couldn’t really say. When I was a Marine the guys in my unit wouldn’t dream of doing that. If our commander learned about it we would have to do obstacles the next day. Those who had day passes would have them revoked until it was drilled into our heads to act like decent people and not like morons.” It was mostly true. The guys he’d trained with would never dare to do something like that. Then again the punishments were mostly brandings. People would be treated with dignity, period, until the time came to kill them then it didn’t really matter how nice you were because in the end they were dead.<br/><br/>He could not deny how attractive she was, and yes she was attractive to him. He just knew better than to act on it like a jerk. “When I became an MP it shifted to me and others to make sure things didn’t get out of hand. We were not liked, by many but then again it was not our jobs to be liked.”