Becker had to arch one eyebrow, an amused smirk toying over his lips. "You find philosophical sexy? Good to know, I might need to remember that later." It was reassuring though. Some military people joined the army for the thrill, for the danger, for the love of the kill. Now, Becker couldn't deny that there was an element of the thrill there, but that wasn't why he had joined. And it seemed Jack had similar ideals. Knowing the need for war without relishing in it, without seeking it. It was a tough balance to find and Becker appreciated knowing Jack had managed it. Also because military uniforms were sexy.
"You know a guy who punched Hitler?" Becker raised his glass in a salute of appreciation. "Remind me to buy them a drink later too." Though a different drink. A non date drink. "Hey, America not being quite so powerful, remind me how that's a bad thing again?" His tone was teasing though. British superiority and all, it was important to remember these things.
And he couldn't deny the attraction of being addressed as 'soldier' by Jack. "Good to know, Captain." What? Ranks were sexy too.
But really, cat nuns. "So they were cats, like cat-cats?" He gestured a rough size of a house cat with his hands. "In habits and everything?" He laughed, remembering the T-Rex. Or G-Rex. Whatever. "They are exceptionally cranky dinosaurs. Always waving those tiny arms around. I swear they got bullied by the other dinosaurs. Mocked even. Also? They do not like helicopters. Can't swat at them properly." Oh Danny. Crazy crazy Danny.