Harrison listened to the other talk about his work, his spinal cord tingling a bit. He didn’t like the sound of that- stopping powers. He liked his power, it was useful and he knew how to hide it perfectly. On Rachel was aware of the gift, and that was because she’d known if since the second she’d seen him. The blond kept a happy face though, shaking his head in understand. “That’s fascinating,” he said honestly, knowing that what had been said was all Harrison would ever understand that of that line of work and science. “I’m afraid my job is much duller- I most make meeting dates and make sure things run smoothly,” he admitted. Sometimes he felt less like a PA, and more like a manager. He managed his boss’s life- every aspect of her day he knew, and he even lived in the apartment below Rachel’s pent house. Which he wouldn’t complain about of course. It was a damn nice place.
"I know about your job, that you don't like the press, and that you don't know the bride and groom to be. Besides that, I know nothing else. Why don't you indulge me?" he offered.