I understand. I've told you before that I'm a bodyguard of sorts myself, haven't I?

[ another point they have in common: tseng, too, was trained into this role by someone who is no longer part of his life. well, clorinde saw how that ended, didn't she, in blood and brains on the ground when tseng chose his turks over his loyalty to his mentor. the memory is a sour one, but it's easier to endure in the company of someone who both knows the stakes and understands why tseng had to do what he did. ]

I suppose I can understand that. [ tseng, too, now thinking fondly of fucking clorinde in "his" office. ] I'm glad they turned out well, though. Does this mean you'll make them for me one day?