Jonathan Crane's answer was a simple shift of his weight, moving lightly to the balls of his feet as he quirked an eyebrow upwards.

"You're going to make sure I don't die, no matter my location. It's quite simple. Even a soldier like you should understand it." The corner of his lips moved, too--a light quirk--and he cleared his throat.

"I'm not your enemy, Mr. Tillman. It took me a great deal of effort to handle Richard Castle. I tend not to exhaust my resources unless I have the utmost faith in someone and you.. 'Kable.' You can handle a simple bodyguard job, can't you?