Martin smiled. "Hmm... good." He muttered, sitting back. "You should go about meeting all our contracts more often. They always freak out when one guy comes up when there's two listed. Sometimes they think I'm a cop or something." He grimaced. That would defeat the purpose of their job, after all. "But I gotta know---why are you so eager this time?" Absently, Martin's hand stroked Ian's head, down the back of his neck and back up, slightly ruffling his hair.