"Did I mention I also have an uncanny ability to memorize data I read in service files?" Sebastian answered, and his mouth twisted sheepishly. "I do," he added, sounding resigned. "And yes, it's part of my job to know who's on board and the whats and wheretos. I need to be able to keep you all safe, and knowing this stuff is essential."
The subject was a little touchy for him, which was why he sometimes joked about it. His left leg started quickly bouncing up and down on the ball of his foot under the table from this nervous energy, but above the waist there was no change.
"It's not prurient interest, mind you. I can see tendencies and possible situations that are easily avoided just by looking at these files." He wasn't being defensive, now, was he? He didn't want to come across that way. In fact, he'd much rather be playing footsie under the table. Yes, he was secretly twelve.