Mike hears him coming before he's at the door, and for a while after he's there he just stares at him, watching his shoulders move when he breathes; watching, with quiet approval, the way he keeps his head down.

The thing about doing this with soldiers is that the basic framework is actually already there.

So. We'll see.

"Strip," he says. It's a single word delivered flatly, barely a hint of any emotion in his voice. Then he amends it. "Slow. Let me watch."