As Gail starts to melt from the compliments (they were just facts and observations, gosh!) Garrot absorbs those emotions and just looks more and more pleased with himself! If it wasn't late at night, Garrot would think Gail had sunburn! And then he'd have to get the poor guy some cream for that, but. Details. But as the focus shifted to the doctor, to being a bodyguard, Garrot just starts flexing. If he's big and looks strong, he may as well act the part! They're having fun! This is fun!

Hitman. There's a pause in Garrot's motions, and then he keeps flexing, this time with a wrestler-heel-esque evil grin. Like it's practiced. Because it is. He's going through some of the motions for his Marauder routine. "No no, it's fine! It's how you think I look, so there's no bad answers!" He does another pose and oof, he cracks his spine a bit! So Garrot pauses. "And I mean, a hitman and a bodyguard are just two sides of the same coin." He takes a breath, realizing he should've limbered up a bit first. He's getting old.

"So, what do you do?" His eyes go wide with interest again and he returns to a more normal posture. Continuing all that nonsense will only bring misfortune. "I mean, if I'm actually talking to a model, that'd be so cool!"