[He was certain that hand shaking was required at parties and events and talking to all those stuffy men and women in politics. He didn't think that his hand was dirty, though now that he glanced at it, he thought that there might be dirt under his thumb nail. Well, at least it wasn't blood, right? He liked to be clean, but there were some missions that he had been on where having any clean part at the end was virtually impossible to do. That's what made him appreciate hot showers.

He dropped the shake after the tug, allowing himself to be drawn forward into the apartment..] Or security detail that follows around the rest of the Hammond family. [Or one he personally brought; never knew when a random weapon would come in handy.]

So I'm not required to call you 'Mister Hammond'? Small blessings, I suppose. [He glanced around. He didn't take his boots off.] Do I get a run-down on your usual daily events, or is there no schedule?