While he spoke, James could feel the intensity at which his audience was listening, more than likely for their own separate reasons but the scrutiny wasn't what he was used to. Most clients began ordering him around the second he showed up. "Our schedule is as follows: blah blah blah here, make sure blah blah blah there. Oh and do be sure to feed Penelope!". He smiled inwardly remembering how rediculous THAT particular client was. The Bradleys were much different. They seemed to take this as seriously as he did. And although this show of genuine interest in him was foreign to him at best, he had to admit it wasn't a bad feeling either. He absentmindedly wondered if this is how marriage counseling or even just seeing a regular shrink felt. Angelica's statement brought him back to the conversation.<br/><br/>"I will admit, it was daunting at first. When you finish a tour and are free to go home, they debrief you before you go; supposedly to let you know if any extreme changes occurred that could be life altering and 'how to settle back into civilian life' after spending a large portion of yours fighting and surviving." James  had to force the look of disgust from surfacing at the thought of everything he'd seen over seas and what it really meant to Uncle Sam.<br/><br/>"But in reality they tell you how much gas prices went up, who won or lost the World Series, if the newest Star Wars movie was any good, oh and try not to hurt anyone because we've wound you up so tight that the sound of a soap bubble popping could set you off." James gave a wry smile. "Not a problem for me, I assure you. Its just what they say as they kick you onto the next flight home." He watched as they soaked this in, glad that he didn't scare them off. He had to be professional but he didn't like sugar coating the truth of things when it came to anything about him. If they hired him, it would be because they at least knew all they could about him and were please. James smiled and gave Angelica an appreciative nod at her comment of being a "good girl" and their acceptance of his services.<br/><br/>Now it was down to business. He had to show them why he was so successful and, thanks to Ray, apparently expensive. "They're buying your reputation, man!" He would always tell James. The hard part was doing so without coming off as a bossy prick here to ruin this poor woman's life. James glanced around the room going through his questions in head first. Organizing and prioritizing them accordingly was second nature and he barely had to think about them. He glanced back at Angelica, suddenly surprised at how quickly he noticed how elegant and poised she was while patiently waiting to hear his thoughts and concerns.<br/><br/>"Yes ma'am, as a matter of fact I do." He smiled. "We can take a tour later if you'd like but just for now, I'm curious as to how many more cameras you have on the property. I noticed a few driving up and the hidden one in the bookshelf there." He pointed past her, indicating the spot between a couple lopsided books. "I would also like to know how many people you have on staff here, their names and schedules, and if they are permanent or get cycled out throughout the week. I only ask for two reasons: first, it helps me keep you and them safe when I know who's supposed to be here and who is unfamiliar. Second, it helps them get along with me if can actually call them by name. Isn't that right Margareth?" He addressed winking at the maid as she came in to replenish drinks. She smiled and flushed a bit before scurrying off.<br/><br/>"Lastly..." James started, "I would need a list of names of your most frequent visitors Mrs. Bradley. Preferably with pictures so I can put those names to faces. Anyone not living here or on staff that frequents your home. This could be any personal trainers, yoga instructors, pool cleaners, yard workers, masseuse's, physical therapists and of course, friends and neighbors. I don't like surprise visitors if I don't know them. And I'd prefer not to come off to any of them as some new guard dog and make them weary of returning here. I'm not here to ruin your social life. Just to keep you safe enough to enjoy it while being in the way as least as possible. However..." James always hated this part, but it was necessary for her to know, "at the end of the day I am your bodyguard. If I see or feel in any way that your life is in any kind of danger, I protect you with my life and get you out of that situation as fast and safe as humanly possible. But that also means I may come off as harsh or rough. I've had to carry a three hundred pound reporter over my shoulder out of a fire fight because because he didn't listen to me. I will not hesitate to do the same for you if I feel it will keep you safe. So I kindly ask now that if any situation like that occurs, you listen and follow my instructions to the 'T'. Because later, in those moments I don't need your permission to boss you around while your life depends on it and I probably wont sound nice doing so." And there it was. The harshness of this line of work. Some clients don't like hearing that things could go bad and that if they do, it will not be pretty and it may even hurt to be manhandled to safety.<br/><br/>"I regret the harsh nature of that fact, but you both deserve to know, however rare those situations over here are. If that sounds like something you're both willing to put up with, then I'm your man."