Howard hrmed, "Special Forces? Is that all?" He gave her a little smile as she joined him on the couch. He rubbed his nose, briefly showing off the inside of his ghille. His tomahawks strapped to his chest, his bone-handle knife slotted up between them. He had noticed her supposed innocence, but he knew her capabilites, he knew that if she wanted to, she could completely foil his tracking abilities. And he's the guy who could use the scent in the air of cologne or perfume to track someone through city streets. He smiled a little, "Well Special Forces or not, they'l..."

He stopped as she got up and hugged him. He blinked in surprise. He didn't know what to make of that at all. He sat there blankly for a little then bristled. Fuzzy? Fuzzy!? He is certainly not fuzzy! He opened his mouth to give some indignant speech on his unfuzziness. When he saw the grin on her face and the giggle. And her inclusion of him being alot more lethal then a teddy bear. His gorge calmed and he honestly felt a little stupid for getting angry. He shook his head at her grinning, "Fuzzy huh? Well this bear has claws as we all know. Thank you though Antoine." He gave her a playful wink.

He grunted a moment later, "Will they blend? That's hard to say. I think the telling factor will be how well they do in training, and how well they pick up on each of our roles. And whether or not they can fill a roll themselves. Know what I mean Madam Ghost? A propos de droit?" He grinned at her broadly. He hailed from just south of Quebec, how do you not pick up a little French? His accent is atrocious, but he believed he got the whole idea across with Antoine.