"How is it the opposite of what I just said? I don't care what they do in their free time? Their free time is theirs. If I'm constantly breathing down their necks, it just reminds of the reality of the situation they're in." Lucas smiled a little bit before giving a little shrug when she mentioned that. "They worry enough and they're scared enough." He cared too much was really the actual truth in all of this. Not an aloof asshole but someone who might've been a tad bit too soft to be a handler.
But it was the job he ended up in. "...you might be right a little. On the first choice, at least. We can't really be caught caring too much." His brow arched up slightly when she called him out on worrying more about how he looked rather than what he was supposed to be doing. Pulling a slight face that was between 'impressed' and 'hey you're right'. He did put a lot of thought about the way he looked when he showed up to work.
"I don't know, you might be." He finished off the spoonful of ice cream that he had sitting there. "Trust fund baby. But I think I enjoy my work here a little more. If I need to fall back on something, I can always go back into the army."