Faolan glances over at her again, his gaze lingering, assessing, trying to make what he can out of a statement like that (but really he's got nothing to go on more than that). "I'll keep that in mind," he says at last.
Kenzi hasn't really been especially caring towards him, yet. She hasn't really been especially anything, really. The position is rather everything he expected a bodyguard job to be, which is to say that he's called in when he's needed and he isn't when he's not, and so he's finding out less than no doubt Sylvia would like. But he's finding out what he needs. There's a bond between them, that's obvious to tell. A bond between all of them, no doubt. Whatever Sylvia expects of them, assumes they are -- Faolan's almost certain that this isn't it.
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Kenzi hasn't really been especially caring towards him, yet. She hasn't really been especially anything, really. The position is rather everything he expected a bodyguard job to be, which is to say that he's called in when he's needed and he isn't when he's not, and so he's finding out less than no doubt Sylvia would like. But he's finding out what he needs. There's a bond between them, that's obvious to tell. A bond between all of them, no doubt. Whatever Sylvia expects of them, assumes they are -- Faolan's almost certain that this isn't it.