His hand shake was a firm one however his thoughts were on how soft the toung ladies hands were.  Truthfully it had been a while since he'd willingly touched a lady.  This wasn't by choice however, being in the navy let alone a navy seal was a daunting task.  When they called you answered that was how the game is played.  So being over seas and being on a ship for anywhere up to six months at a time limited you to whome you had contact with.  A smile creased his lips at the refreashing feeling.<br/><br/>He watched next how she removed her camera setting it on the table.  When she began to rise his attention was shaken by her twlling him to wait here a moment.<strong> "uh...um...ok?"</strong>he watched her leave woth curiousity writen across his face.<em>'The kitc hen? Why you going back there? Wait your not aloud to go back there'</em>he didn't move however as he was still curious to what she had in store.<br/><br/>As she slipped into the kitchen the always smiling and joyous Marcus greated her and questioned her about Tristyns attitude. "You know ma'am if the ass is annoyin ya ill have a speak with him" Marcus had a southern accent probably drawing it from georgia or some near by state.  His grammer and accent spoke low income but what was more amazing was how he brought himself into a good life in the navy.  Plus that damn smile!<br/><br/>"So I do see where yer gettin at Miss Avena, but why are you going through these lengths to entertain the Commander, I mean the Lieutenant" Marcus was so used to calling Tristyn a Commander that he forgot he was demoted.  The tall black man frowned sloghtly at the thought "such a shame" he sighed before the smile instantly came back.<br/><br/>"So please Miss Avena, tell me why"