His eyebrows arched in surprise as Claude leaned forward to stroke his chest, looking down to watch her hand as it brushed along his shirt and lingered. When he looked up, it was with a curious, questioning smile. "Thanks," he said, his eyes slightly narrowed in consideration. The dim bulb in his head flickered briefly. Maybe she was one of those motherly types, but she didn't strike him as such. Maybe she was just handsy.
He took a bite of his sandwich as Claude considered her next question, ignoring Gir's /omnomnom/ as he chewed but agreeing that it could use more meat. Once she finally asked it, he smiled and nodded as if he had been expecting it all along. "You get used to it. You don't really have a choice," he replied bluntly. "Your partner's there for life. Some of them, I guess, might not say much--not like mine, who talks all the time--but the relationship you have with them is entirely up to the two of you and only the two of you. So yeah, they're there and aware when you're--making sandwiches," he winked, "but there's nothing either of you can do about it, and it's not like they've got anyone to tell. You should try to make friends with your weapon, though," he suggested. "Might be easier for both of you in the long run, especially when you're just starting out."
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