[ Handcuffed. Even without knowing exactly what the word means, it's easy enough to deduce from context (and simply from the word itself) that the Major is referring to some form of wrist shackling, which no, of course Irving never has been, that he "isn't the kind of man to run afoul of command" is exactly right, but--
He shivers, nearly shudders, in an obvious, full-body sort of way, but before he has to think any further on the question, on his reaction to it, he's saved by the bell as the train pulls into their stop. Irving stands up so quickly his legs almost aren't prepared yet to support his weight, and he has to support himself briefly against the door, but soon enough they're out of the train and into the crisp winter air again, which at least helps him get his breath back.
As they approach the elevator on their way up to Major Cho's apartment, Irving finally confesses, in a soft, oddly shy tone despite this hardly being any shameful admission to make: ]
No, I've... not, before. [ He glances over, face appearing even more overheated against the cold outdoors around them. ] Have I, sir? Run afoul of you, somehow?
[ There's a pounding in his head and chest as his heart races with an alarming new severity, something rather more like excitement than fear, yet neither quite just one or the other. He does feel slightly overheated, perhaps from the cocoa, but in a way that's not entirely unpleasant either, stirring hot, electric threads of sensation down his body to his groin; up his neck to sizzle against his brain.
He wets his lips idly, loosening his scarf slightly from around his neck. ]
my mind just autofilled that as "make him feel like he's jesus"...
He shivers, nearly shudders, in an obvious, full-body sort of way, but before he has to think any further on the question, on his reaction to it, he's saved by the bell as the train pulls into their stop. Irving stands up so quickly his legs almost aren't prepared yet to support his weight, and he has to support himself briefly against the door, but soon enough they're out of the train and into the crisp winter air again, which at least helps him get his breath back.
As they approach the elevator on their way up to Major Cho's apartment, Irving finally confesses, in a soft, oddly shy tone despite this hardly being any shameful admission to make: ]
No, I've... not, before. [ He glances over, face appearing even more overheated against the cold outdoors around them. ] Have I, sir? Run afoul of you, somehow?
[ There's a pounding in his head and chest as his heart races with an alarming new severity, something rather more like excitement than fear, yet neither quite just one or the other. He does feel slightly overheated, perhaps from the cocoa, but in a way that's not entirely unpleasant either, stirring hot, electric threads of sensation down his body to his groin; up his neck to sizzle against his brain.
He wets his lips idly, loosening his scarf slightly from around his neck. ]
How would you see fit to correct me?