"See one? I'd like to swing one!" She sounded so sure of herself. Who knows...?

She seemed to be getting awfully comfy, though. Idle conversation abound, but her hand was wandering, curiously tracing along hard creases evident through the bodysuit. Hope he wasn't ticklish.

But she looked up. The Golden Throne... how glorious that sounded. What a title to give to the afterlife! It was easy enough to deduce what he implied. She hoped they were resting as well as they could. Unless it was a Valhalla situation in which she hoped they were kicking afterlife ass...???

"Well, I dunno- I feel significantly more secure hiring a Sergeant who's seen combat as a bodyguard over a random guy with a sword and a dream or something."

But turned her head back to peek. "...You can touch, if you'd like. I promise I won't burn your hand."