That smile draws on a string in Rook's gut. That obvious delight makes him wonder what the cop is even doing not taking this sweetheart out to dancing? Then he reminds himself not to push further, because he's not here to cause trouble and Ulysse is a taken man.

For a brief quiet moment, silence lingers between them as Rook pushes down every urge and instinct he has to respond to that with more. His jaw shifts to one side and then he forcibly puts his gaze down for a moment, drawing in a breath.

"Yeah, I'll look into that," he says when he lifts his gaze again, glancing at Damian. "I could teach him some basics about dealing with weapons and so on."

Then he meets Ulysse's gaze again, pale eyes calm once again. "There any dancing clubs in this town? I gotta warn you, I'm not much of a dancer."