Agent Farren

Of course he’d gone for one of the more southern sayings, hoping that given the crowd in the office she’d not have come across it before. And given that look of confusion he can see he made the right choice, his smile is outright amused and a soft chuckle passes his lips. 

“It ain’t about the hat or the cattle, not really. It’s like saying all talk but no action… the hat and cattle just talking about someone walking round’ town with a cowboy hat on when he can’t tell his ass from his elbow and sure as hell ain’t ranching or farmin’.” Alright there Mateo you’re having way too much fun now. 

“Ok, well now that you explain it that actually made sense. Am I learning your language? Do I count as bilingual now? Or did I get bit and I’m becoming a WereAmerican? A... A Weremerican? Well, that’s just bollocks.” 

“Yeah, I just need to chug back the milk.” Gray joked mildly, smiling as the woman smushed her face into Sandy’s fur. Alessandra’s tail swivelled from side to side with contentment.

His brows raised with interest as she announced her planned destination. “For sure! I haven’t seen that one. Any of the Bonds yet, actually. Well, bits and pieces, but Pepper didn’t think they were very age appropriate at the time.” It had been back when he was around eight or so. And since getting back from the cave, he didn’t really have much interest in them, anyways. “The trailer looks good, though. Hope you enjoy it.”

“Yeah, well, Bond does love a shag.” Kitt shrugged with a wide grin, unable to contain it even in front of the child. “But you keep growing like that you’ll be able to sneak into any film you want. Two years they’ll think you’re twenty.” 

She hovered her hand in the air as if measuring his height and kept bringing it higher. She finally stood up straight with this action and let Sandy get back to her work mode. After all, that’s what she trained her for.