Marco was not half as sneaky as he thought he was, especially someone who could read him like an open book. He pushed that aside and smirked a little at the words, hitching the towel back around his waist.

"There's a marked difference between good and perfection. Anyway, a Commander that looks put together inspires trust, especially when there's no basis for it." And those guys had to trust him implicitly if they didn't want to get mowed down and more than they were going to get already.

He patted Marco's cheek and then went into his room to change, shifting sideways to get in and nearly falling over the damn bed.

"I hate these rooms. Damnit. Would it kill them to have a larger size?"