"Good, because I'm not going to be the one to try to fucking convince the Tenth that you need to be let be..." she admitted easily. The fact that she wouldn't let be either didn't need to be said now did it?

She barked a laugh at his unease, not sure which amused her more, the words or that weird look on his face. It was a relatively new one alright? "Pretty sure it was the pants thing that gave him the wrong damn impression of you," she admitted. "But hey, he hasn't killed you yet and he'd have fucking killed just about anyone else that first week."