After all his years, professionalism is overrated. Though he would bet she was a very good girl, especially with how easily she obeyed him. What he wouldn't give to see just what other commands she could be a good girl for him. His eyes are just a little darker at how good she was to obey, and the other thoughts that linger through his head.
He doesn't move either, as she comes in. So she's close to him when she comes in, and he loves that little hint of spice in her scent. Cinnamon maybe. It clings to her, clings to his breath as he takes a slow breath in while she enters. He can't help how one hand comes to rest on the small of her back as she stumbles over her words to let him know why she's there.
"A way to stay in touch would be good, though I'm going to be sad to see you return to London." His body shifts, just a little more into her, so he can close the door behind her. If it presses his chest to her arm a little, and his hip close to her hand, more than his hip really, well, that surely must be an accident right? Just a happenstance. "Sure I couldn't persuade you to stay a few days more? I think we're almost on to something." He nods over toward the desk, and yet doesn't move, curious to see if that hand will twitch in any kind of interesting way before she can help herself.
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Date: 2022-11-11 11:47 pm (UTC)He doesn't move either, as she comes in. So she's close to him when she comes in, and he loves that little hint of spice in her scent. Cinnamon maybe. It clings to her, clings to his breath as he takes a slow breath in while she enters. He can't help how one hand comes to rest on the small of her back as she stumbles over her words to let him know why she's there.
"A way to stay in touch would be good, though I'm going to be sad to see you return to London." His body shifts, just a little more into her, so he can close the door behind her. If it presses his chest to her arm a little, and his hip close to her hand, more than his hip really, well, that surely must be an accident right? Just a happenstance. "Sure I couldn't persuade you to stay a few days more? I think we're almost on to something." He nods over toward the desk, and yet doesn't move, curious to see if that hand will twitch in any kind of interesting way before she can help herself.