[ At the touch to his collar, he stays perfectly still. It's not a flinch– he's trained himself out of it, after all, but it's as close to one as he'll get. The intimacy is needful right now, a useful guise in the middle of a public space. ]
Of course.
[ He's a professional first and foremost. Information is something he guards closely, keeps it like a second skin that he's unwilling to shed. So he can understand Peter, can understand driving a point home like the press of his nail to the soft part of his throat.
Voice low, he turns his head minutely, the motion of his mouth hidden by the line of Peter's jaw. ]
no subject
Of course.
[ He's a professional first and foremost. Information is something he guards closely, keeps it like a second skin that he's unwilling to shed. So he can understand Peter, can understand driving a point home like the press of his nail to the soft part of his throat.
Voice low, he turns his head minutely, the motion of his mouth hidden by the line of Peter's jaw. ]
Who are you today?