He grinned for her questions and maybe even blushed a little bit. No one had ever asked him that...who wasn't a guy and they were around a smokey poker table with two fifths of Jack already gone. His chuckle was heard more this time as he hugged her close a little more. "Actually I run through hacking codes I've used against the CIA."
No one had ever come right out and told him that he was good before. Oh, they implied it, or lied with their face and reactions, but never had they flat out said it. He tilted his chin down so he could look at her face, a mystified little smile on his own and it was a moment before he rested his head back down, feeling a little superior. Nicely, though. "Thanks." He rubbed his hand up and down her arm in a soft caress. "I'll have to see about raising that bar to 'oh dear god I can't talk it was that great'."