[Yes, she might like to get to know those hands better. Wrath's got some odd callouses, thanks to years of sword work. Surprisingly, no scars.

She gives his hand a little squeeze back, and can't help but smile.] I'm glad to hear that, then.

[Not going to push. You don't drag other people's demons, however big or small, out into the light. It's not your place.]

What? No. Definitely not smart or sneaky enough to be a professional weasel. Mobile infantry. I was in Ghost Wolf Company. Ran the close combat specialist platoon.