Dylon laugh aloud, patting Horace on the shoulder, congratulating his sassy glory. Booty shorts duels. Classic. "I guess if we saw too much of a good thing it might get old. Keep that a** under wraps if you must." He teased some more with a grin.
Horace's question was met with a short moment of silence, Dylon's gaze seeming to freeze in time, if only briefly.
"Didn't have any other option." He replied, having had to compose an answer as if taking a test. "It was sort of.. on the spot."
He smiled.
"How about you? What brought you to the Supernatural Military?"