Lucas' brow arched up slightly at her comment about not liking to sweat, giving a slight shrug in the face of the dilemma Avery was in. He'd caught the 'pessimistic slave driver' bit but he chose to ignore it. In his mind, it was the realist in him. There would come a day he wasn't there anymore for whatever reason and Avery would be faced with the uncertainty of a handler who wouldn't care what her focus was. "No one likes to sweat. But we do." He grinned tightly as he shifted where he was standing and dropped his hands to his sides. Lucas tilted his head with a curious expression on his face as she looked at the 'gun' that he held out for her.
Lucas shrugged a bit when she took the gun from him before rolling his shoulders just a tad bit. "I can't really help you with avoiding sweat when we're training. As much as it's like pulling teeth to get you to train." He winked as he turned on the 'gun' he had in his hands. "I have all the faith in you, Jonesy. At the very least you'll make me laugh a little." He sighed a little, he hadn't shown anything from the day-to-day. But he had been the first one to volunteer to take Eric on as his agent. Despite how many could say it was a conflict of interest.
"I'm fine. It's just a bit of an adjustment. There's a lot being thrown around right now about how people couldn't have known."