You like to be up close, [he guessed, following it with a faint nod and bob of his head. He might not understand Greek but he understood the tone of a question.]

We don't need to be close to kill them. Tim likes to be far away. There's no fight about it, unless they dodge and they can't dodge if they don't see it coming.

How many men can you kill in a minute? [He tapped his watch and made his index and thumb small and spaced oh so close together. A short time, a very small time. He figured Hours and Minutes were beyond her verbal understanding.]