"I'm always open for something new. Though as far as input goes you'll find I don't have a ton of ideas." He smiled back after she kissed his nose and gave her a wink. "It'll be a nicer experience than just working off stress during downtime with the crew for sure. We never got very creative on duty honestly, at least out side of finding places to not be disturbed anyway. While I enjoy a good rutting or helping with a heat, It was usually plain sex with the occasional headless play." It was all good fun honestly, the submissive side of him did enjoy the occasional sudden beheading/kidnapping his female coworkers did whenever they really needed some relief. Though one of them did say it was a bit oddly hot to see his body react to when the alpha women got a hold of him and left his body behind.

In all honesty he'd miss that kind of comradery, but at least now he'd have less trouble with the boss lady hopefully. Her drunken spells were exhausting to deal with when she got going, and she was a troublesome drunk. They were friends but she was still his boss and he always tried to keep that sorta thing separate, even though sober her never seemed to recall the events the crew did, to her dismay. Maybe getting all this official like would help calm that side of the boss lady's mind a bit, one way or another. He tilted his head to the side before continuing "You know I'm more than having fun doing whatever comes to your brilliant mind hon. Speaking of which, I feel like you've had a few ideas since you've gotten here."

"You don't have to tell me that." He chuckled picking his head up and putting it back on his neck and grinned, her display already having a visible effect on him. "You've certainly proved that aspect plenty of times already. Though I can't say I'd turn down another display or ten of your abilities. A little practice before the big show goes a long way." He winked at her and leaned forward to give her a kiss. He was happy to know he wouldn't have to be worried about a surprise contestant while he and her were having fun, though an audience wasn't something he was used to. Public play was fun for the risk involved, but he'd never actually considered someone actually watching, let alone a good number of people watching at once. Sounded like a weird segregated **** honestly.

If it was something she wanted to do though, he'd follow her like a good soldier does. By far would her wishes would be some of the best order's he'd ever carry out in any case. The idea swirled in his mind in different scenes, some of which may have been from books he's read over the years. He imagined being in a big bed, with people wearing those masquerade masks sitting around the edge in low light while they just went at it. Another scene was a classroom style scenario, her playing the teacher and there being a chalkboard and everything. How and where she got a chalkboard he'd no idea but it was there. A few other scenarios flitted in and out but were just as quickly brushed away by the view in front of him once again.

"You make homework actually sound like a fun idea." He smiled a bit, she hit the nail on the head though as far as his uncertainty went. He had very little idea on what he was supposed to do in this scenario beyond vague ideas. That said he did feel reassured at her touch, weather that was just her, or the fact he liked having his hair played with, he wasn't sure. However now he felt less like he was going to mess things up somehow, he'd have some time to catch up on some health classes he'd slept through in school.

"I've made my choice, but you're probably right that I should look some things up." the red tint to his face lightened a little, still mildly embarrassed about his ignorance but he wasn't faking anything when it came to his response, he was ready, well ready as he could be at the moment for whatever she wanted. He could be a little more informed obviously. "But I don't think I'll have too much trouble making you feel good in the mean time," he gave her a wink and as seductive a tone he could manage right now.

His face got a little red as he processed what she was saying, wondering if this was roleplay or if she was asking what he thought she was. "Are you asking what I think you're asking Sadie?" He'd given it some thought before, but he wasn't sure she'd still want to after learning he was in such a line of work. If not from the kind of work he did, but for the fact he could die at anytime would make some folks think twice before mating with someone. "I mean...Yes Ma'am. I'm interested." He kept very still, unsure how else he should react at this point, but he had a lot more control over where his eyes locked, and they were now locked on hers.

Zach was pleasantly surprised that she wasn't jumping ship. Then again as she said her self, her own anger issue might have put her in the same line of work if the fates had different plans. The image of her beating the living daylights out of an assassin was an amusing thought. It's a good thing he'd already made his peace with the violence and bloodlust that came with this line of work, or else he might have had some concerns with being alright with that vision. Her grin lifted a good deal of weight off of his shoulders, he'd worried she'd have just up and left then and there. "I'm glad you feel that way, and trust me as long as I'm not working you'll have me all to yourself, even if the girls in the squad get a bit jealous." He chuckled a little to himself.

He laid back, pulling off his head and resting it on his chest. "It's chaotic, stressful, and dangerous. But it pays very well, and it scratches an itch I can't explain. I don't know if it's just a me thing, or a Dullahan thing, or the Unknown thing, but combat is a good fit for me. It's hard to explain without sounding like a madman." Dullahan were considered harbingers of death, grim reapers, and some even compared them to Valkyries. When it came down to pulling the trigger, he paused no longer than the time he needed to identify the body in his crosshairs was the enemy before moving onto the next one. The occasion's where he gets to know that a firefight is coming are some of his favorites after all, because he gets to be offensive, even if they're supposed to be on the defense.

He blinked, he hadn't expected her to show up looking ready for either hitting up a club or to test the durability of his hotel bed. Not that he was complaining in the slightest, though he'd probably be a bit distracted for the rest of the night, provided she didn't get warded off by the answers he was intending on providing. "Wow...Oh erm, come on in love." He gestured for her to come on in and closed the door behind her, taking her current look and thanking the powers that be that he was the one that got to handle her. "Take a seat anywhere," He said locking the door and returning to the bedside to sit down himself, going through some mental prep for what was to come. He really liked how things were working out between them, and he didn't want to bungle things by keeping secrets. He's seen the kind of stress that puts on his fellow crewmates that have families, and that's not something he wants to go through. He can only imagine what their significant others feel when they're out on duty, far from home. Who wants to find out post mortem that their hubby wasn't just a normal bodyguard for some bigshot, or isn't actually still in their home military, but actually protecting an arms dealer? Sure they'd be well taken care of by the company, that he's seen first hand, but the family's memory gets tainted by that secret.

It wasn't like Sadie was a spy, or affiliated with anyone closely related to any government. At least none that he could find. A precaution he had to take seeing her, but the spy movies weren't kidding with the sexy spies bedding targets and their guards for information, and Sadie was certainly matching the sexy part. The worst she could do was write a book about him down the line, and he felt he could trust her to obfuscate some facts enough that nobody could do anything with it.

As for why he wanted to meet her here, rather than her apartment as usual like the gentleman he saw himself as, it was a more controlled environment. With some looking about and pressing of the staff, he could make sure that his space was free and clear of prying eyes and ears pressed to walls. He couldn't be one hundred percent sure someone hasn't broken into her place and hidden listening devices of some sort, and sweeping her place with his bug catcher would be pretty odd.

"Before we go having too much fun, and I see you intend on having a lot of it, I think it's time that...I answer some of your questions that I've sort of dodged since we started seeing each other. So for the next bit you can ask whatever you want and I'll answer truthfully to the best of my ability."

Gio shrugged, mystery solved for the most part. He'd come to satisfy his curiosity mostly, as well as a mild moral duty to the general public. "I've got a friend who passes through the area regularly as I understand, I'm sure he'd be interested enough to try one of those weird things, he's always on about fae anyway." The dragon looked at Nimiko and gestured back the way they came with his tail and hand in a ladies first kind of way, a light arc of electricity trailing down to his tail to the tip before fizzling out "In any case there doesn't seem to be any dangers here besides what one would wrought upon themselves. Are you as satisfied as I am with this outcome?"

USER NAME: Zach Green

CHARACTERS YOU PLAY: Zach Green, Giovanni Tempest

REASON FOR INACTIVITY: Semi-Active (posted a open a little while ago, but no takers)