He nodded in reply, murmuring that she was welcome and they made their way into the cottage. Once they came to a table, he pulled out her chair for her and then sat across from her, leaning back in his chair, hands in his lap. His posture was confident and he shook his head.
"No, ma'am, I was a Marine, actually." His brows lifted as she mentioned burlesque but it seemed tasteless to comment, even if his mind went straight to the gutter. "Way I see it, you got out easy. Dancing... any kind of activity like that, you know, s'hard on the body. Your knees, your feet... they give out eventually. Dancers got a shelf life, yeah? You could do this here the rest of your life, long as your mind stays sharp." He shrugged.