Derrik nodded again.  Of course, paperwork was needed to cover their ass even for the slightest of incidents.  He could handle it though.  Part of studying the martial arts was not to be a weapon but rather to be a shield, only striking when danger was certain and imminent.  "That would be perfect."  He said to Christian, awaiting to be brought back to fill out the necessary forms.<br/><br/>"I can assure you of my professionalism.  My play will remain after hours, and drugs were never my thing.  I have no qualms with blood tests, and I always play safe.  I insist on it."  He said, trying to reassure the man that there was no reckless behavior to be found there.  With military training, a person's outlook changes.  You either learn to be responsible, or you get your ass kicked trying.  Besides, having a quick fuck was far from what he sought.  There were so many other things one could do that didn't involve risky behavior.