( He delights in that response, grinning around his fork. The first two, two-and-a-half answers related to the job. Detective work, walking the beat, he could almost picture Hank in a proper uniform. Billy club, mace, checkerboard cap. Was that the style these days? They cycled out through the decades, he barely bothered to keep track anymore. 'Undisclosed secret locations' gets a slightly quirked brow. )

You make your work sound almost like a hook-up.

( The venturing statement held no judgment nor certainty. It might've even been taken as a joke, so casually flippant as it was. But his eyes were sharp--too much so, and he lowered his glance back to his plate. )

So, a cop then. No... more high ranking. Are you the... Captain, perhaps?