He holstered his radio and turned off the volume, crossed his legs and held his mug in both hands. “Reflects well on my agency. If the Admiral has his way, he’d try to keep a guard in your room to watch you eat, sleep and breathe.” He settled into the armchair, lazily swaying his head around to face Varela to continue their friendly chat uninterrupted. “No, I trust my men, i used to be like them... Rheinland deepest darkest.” He tilted his head back and let out quite a hefty sigh while he quietly stirred his mug. “Done. few things... I know I’ve done them and I’ve been made to never forget.”
He seems to shake his head a little, dismissing the thoughts immediately. He quickly uncrossed his leg and tapped the heels on the floor rhythmically. “Well~ We knew what we signed up for and we had all the exciting bits in between!” His face tried to put on a smile and throw out a laugh. “Sorry I must be droning on- Tell me, what’s happening in the Nation of Malta?” His question seemed needed to take away from the current topic.
