I wasn't tryin' to profile you. Most people really hate that. I can, if you wanna remain off speaking terms.

[ Angela possibly touched a nerve by telling him he wasn't good at his job. He didn't scowl or sulk, speaking very matter of fact yet his words were evident he was on the defensive. His arms still crossed over his chest only emphasized a defensive posture. Yet that demeanor subdued when she asked for some credit. She hadn't been one to keep pushing or they wouldn't have continued to see each other. He hadn't just let anyone know where he lived. Maybe he had profiled a little to keep the clingy chicks at bay. ]

Alright. I've got no problem saying no or hearing it. Neither do you. I don't kiss and tell so no one's hearing from me who you are. I'd appreciate the same courtesy. Seems like we've got that all straight.

[ His arms finally unfolded when she approached, consciously aware of having had walled himself off and wanting to open up some at her approach. He held a soft smirk at her slight smile, taking the intiative of putting his hands on her familiar hips and closing the gap between them. ]

I'm a lot less scary than I look. Unless someone fucks with you in a way you don't want. Then you'll see scary when I kick their ass six ways from Sunday.