<div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Franklin Gothic Demi;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">John Aaron: Training Room</span></span><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>Weight Room</em></span></span><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;">Love Game</span></div><br/>John hid the smile that wished to grow on his face when the lioness prowled over to him. He had kept his head turned from her gaze just in case his pleased smile was irrepressible. When he felt he had calmed his excitement, he brought his bronze eyes to stare into her refreshing blues. His eyes were half-lidded, his brows slightly furrowed as a smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth. As she regarded him, regarded his every detail, he did the same to her, studying her slight gestures.<br/><br/>“You have my patience; and if you so desire to spend a few moments with me, you have my ears. As of now, I’ve just been exploring. You’re quite the discovery.”<br/><br/>John took hold of Carol’s offered hand in a firm grasp. His grip was strong yet gentle. It was a grip to hint at his strength and that he saw her as an equal. She was a warrior, but John was bold to caress the woman in her. He kept his hold on her hand and would attempt to tug her closer until centimeters separated them. His eyes remained within hers and his cool expression unchanging.<br/><br/>“John Aaron,” he replied. “If you wish to discover more about this Avenger, then join me. Perhaps, you’ll find something you like.”<br/><br/>His fingers had unfurled and his hand made no move to break their touch. He kept his fingers splayed so that if she would like to remove her hand she could.