<div align="center"><strong><em><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">A Simple Touch</span></em></strong></div><br/><hr/><br/><strong>Name / Code Name:</strong>Gamoran / Gamoran<br/><strong>Origin:</strong>Alien<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Top of Avengers Tower<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Ororo<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Gamoran never knew how much a simple touch could affect him until Ororo slid her arm behind his bare back and gently touched his arm.  His muscles tensed, but only for a moment before he relaxed, his stomach doing flip flops.  He was probably one of the best hand to hand combatants in the entire galaxy if not the universe, and here he was opening himself to a girl... to a woman, he corrected himself.  If an enemy chose right now to attack, his defenses were as low as anyone could ever hope for.  She was speaking of him being different than other men and he didn't understand.  Sure, he had seen firsthand how crude and vulgar some men could be, but to him being polite to those around you was just common sense.  Better to make allies than more enemies, after all.  He had made enough enemies.  He turned toward her, leaning slightly in her direction as he did so.<br/><br/><strong>"I would like to think I am unlike any man you have ever met, Ororo."</strong><br/><br/>He paused as she spoke of leadership and her concerns... simply smiling in return.<br/><br/><strong>"You will make a fine leader, Ororo.  You have great beauty, wisdom and charisma... I would follow you anywhere if you gave the order."</strong>