<div class="floatleft">(https://wiki.starbase118.net/wiki/images/thumb/7/71/Rodansmall.jpg/800px-Rodansmall.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong>Diplomatic Attache Anatole Kir-Je<br/><strong>Location:</strong>USS Redemption Angel's Rest<br/><strong>Tagging/Mentioning:</strong>Ensign Ithali sh'Rhynek<br/><strong>NSFW Warning:</strong><br/>I absolutely agree.  It makes no sense to me to put people in a position where they may be required to fight and then not giving them the tools to do their jobs properly.  If nothing happens, ambassador Fleming won't know that his detail is armed.  If something does happen, he can chastize me from the sick bay, rather than being in the custody of the people he was negotiating with or dead.   Frankly, I'll have an easier time explaining why he's alive than I would explaining why he's dead."<br/><br/>Anatole chuckled.  He had a surprisingly deep laugh and there were tones in it that suggested that he might be thinking improper thoughts.  "If I am tempting you to challenge me, I am utterly failing at my job.  I am, of course supposed to prevent conflict and resolve disputes, rather than draw such a challenge.  It is, however, in this case, a wise idea.  It will give you an idea as to how well I can defend myself.  I teach  Mok'bara but I'm hardly a master.  So please, challenge away."<br/><br/>He looked down at the finger that was tapping his chest and his smile broadened just a fraction.  "Adaptability,"  he answered.  "What might infuriate one person could potentially amuse another.  Take your finger, for example.  If I attempted to use it in a wrist lock, would that amuse you or annoy you?  Would you be impressed that I made the attempt or irritate that I would attempt something like that when there is no call for it?  I'm also very good with my tongue, tethered or not.  Seventeen languages fluently and another six that I'm learning, among other talents.  I'm also trained in analyzing the protocol and cultural etiquette of other species, so I can assist ambassador Fleming in trying not to make an ass of himself.  And please,  call me Anatole.  Now, are we going to head down to the holodeck and do what comes naturally and instinctively?"<br/><br/>Anatole was well aware of what he was suggesting.  It was why he'd parroted her words, allowing her to read into it as much as she had put into her comment.  As much as Anatole claimed a lack of ability at poker, be was skilled at detecting and calling a bluff.  It was one of those skills a politician learned; make the other guy blink first.  He didn't expect the ensign to blink.  Andorians were a proud people and attempting to manipulate one would be dangerous.  Instead, he was simply taking something she had said and was letting her know that, although he would potentially be amenable to either, he was leaving the ball in her court as to which she was willing to participate in.<br/><br/>In combat, he fully expected to end up bruised from head to toe.  An Andorian who went into security as a career would likely be a deadly hand to hand opponent...and it was equally likely that he'd end up bruised from head to toe if she opted the other direction.  In either case, it was looking like it would be an interesting afternoon.