Her hand was warm and tender, something that he wasn't expecting.  He gazed deep into those eyes, mirrors into the soul people said.  He wanted to lose himself in those eyes, like that night in Kiev.  He didn't know if it felt real to her, seeing as they were only keeping their cover, by getting under them, but he sometimes thought back to that night.  It snapped him out of his moment.  The cavalier smile returned and his face got its color back, but he didn't move his hand from hers.<br/><br/>"Major, they say that Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned... Care to prove that? I think these poor souls have found themselves scorning you.  And I don't think I will try to pull you back like I did down in Morrocco."<br/><br/>He realized his hand was still entwined in hers and pulled it free.<br/><br/>"Order's Boss?" he spoke as he licked his teeth everytime he got the urge to kill, his tongue delicately missing the slightly longer canines that gave him an almost vampiric look.  His jaw still ached every time he thought of the Turk that made them surgically necessary.