He shrugged, and ate eagerly, letting her feed him unless she started teasing him. "Could have, yes. But it worked, and you didn't let me get hit, so I don't think we need those paint ball guns for the midgets. I mean minions."<br/><br/>He gave another shrug, content with how it had gone. They had wanted to know how well she could protect him in a combat situation, and Elizabeth had preformed exceptionally well. Or at least, well enough he hadn't picked up more holes than he had gone in with.