Dude, you're practically the first of my security detail to even admit they have sex. Either they don't do the whole stoic thing where you're from or you're not as well trained as they said.

[it's flippant but tj's genuinely a little thrown by getting into this so quickly with someone who, ostensibly, works for him. he's usually the one doling out the tmi, watching his detail get hot under their heavily starched collar.

usually not because they're hot for him, though. there seems to be a high quota of strait-laced republicans in the services.

he regathers his thoughts, studying rumlow with a slow smile.]

So, have you got a lot of secrets, officer?