[He knows well he might lose, however, he will still enjoy how her hand squeezes his ever so gently. How he feels a pull back to her once she releases and untangles her fingers from his. Sneaky tactic, but still welcome.

So, he begins to unbutton the white dress shirt he has on, slipping it off and hanging it on the back of a chair before coming over to the bed himself. She's already seen him like this, of course, a mild amount of scars on his body that mar the chiseled muscle underneath. The consequences of a bad hit, or a fight that broke out during an operation of sorts- things that are almost unavoidable in his line of work.]

Unforeseen circumstances pop up from time to time. I'd like to think most of my plans go pretty smoothly, but for some reason, they don't when you're involved.

[He grins at her, plopping himself down on one side of the bed, leaning back against the headboard.]

I can't say it doesn't make it a little more exciting, though, haha.