Daniel took note of the reaction to the sketch, but whether he'd remember later was yet to be seen. Though, the look she gave to his words had him titling his head, the wide eyed look he'd have expected from a woman less prude, or one who had something to lose from what she was being asked. Which told him, she wasn't suppose to do this, but it looked like she thought she could get by with it anyway when she said "fine". He watched as she stood up to begin stripping for him, and he was sure after just a few seconds that was likely how she got her degree.<br/><br/><em>Not hard to get through collage with a body like that, I bet...</em>He thought as the coat was laid on the chair she'd been sitting on, and then the blouse was being unbuttoned. He enjoyed the show as her bra came into view, the lacy garment better fit for a call girl or a stripper than a psychologist, but he wasn't complaining. He admired the curves of her stomach as they came into view, the toned lines of muscles that showed she had a regular gym membership.<br/><br/>Of course he expected that, though her teasing over the seam of her skirt had him eyeing the skin that had been revealed already. Though, the way she pulled the zipper down on her skirt, and then turning around that had his cock stiffening. As she bent down to pull the garment down, he knew she was a pro at stripping, if nothing else she'd had to have taken lessons. It was the thong however, that really surprised him, while he'd known it was scanty piece of lingerie, he hadn't expected it to be that skimpy.<br/><br/>Daniel watched as the shoes, skirt, and blouse were thrown to the side, and then his eyes came back to her. He took in her form in detail, even as she was thinking on her question and getting her coat back on.<em>More worth it, than I thought...</em>He thought to himself, knowing he hadn't given anything away that he wasn't going to get back, or that was the way it worked in his head anyway.<br/><br/>Her question, however, almost made his laugh at her, and he had to catch his breathing from near hysteria.<strong>"That?"</strong>He asked with a wide amused smile plastered over his lips, but then it died down as he thought about it further. His breathing was fully controlled then, and he leaned back in his seat, his eyes still taking in her looks.<strong>"Once the tear gas was spreading through the rooms, those idiots came rushing in the front and back doors, a wootin' and hollerin': like they were cowboys; and I was the Indian."</strong>He began, his voice not sarcastic, even though it was obvious he didn't think much of those monkeys.<br/><br/><strong>"They were in full tactical gear: Kevlar, automatic weapons, and flash bombs. Snipers were in the trees near the house, and on other houses. I'd seen the setup before, but that was back when I was with my dad. He'd have been smarter than me, and made better decisions. The first one told me to get down, so I did, and he circled around behind me to put the gun to the back of my head..."</strong>He continued explaining the situation, not being sarcastic, just wanting her to properly understand the situation.<br/><br/><strong>"That was his mistake, and his partner didn't catch him. I took the weapon, and used the strap to pull the guy over me. That Kevlar didn't hold up to well to sniper fire, but his body did. Afterwards, I shot the other officer in the head, and then their was a flash. I don't remember much after that, but no, I have no pity for them."</strong>He finished, before blinking lightly, and getting a distant look on his features.<strong>"Those candles were for the families of those monkeys..."</strong>He told her the reasoning behind the candles, before his eyes dilated to look her way once more.<br/><br/><strong>"Now, Blondie. Seeing you in that underwear has given me a slight chill, so dare..."</strong>He started off, getting in a more comfortable position, before slapping his thigh.<strong>"Come here and sit in my lap, you can warm me up!"</strong>He told her, his eyes roaming over her form as he brought his mind from the memory he'd told, and onto her form, and what his hands would feel like running over her flesh.