He snuck Normandy a bit of pita before giving Alex a smirk, "you? A problem with someone telling you what to do? Never."
"Thanks love. I've gotten used to him and I got him later on. And why am I not surprised to know you were raised by dogs?"
He laughed to that. "Not you. Us. How many idiots do we get assigned, monthly, you think? How many of those do we chew out? Same amount right? The General never gives us grief over it, no matter how well connected the idiots are. So we're the punishment I think." Smirking he poured Alex some wine and handed him the glass. "Poor baby. Did you tell him at his age you'd conquered half of the known world?"