When he joined you as your assistant on deviant-related cases, he noticed that despite your determined and kind attitude, there was still someone injured after the death of his younger brother. Sometimes he had to go to bars when he couldn't find you at the office, and that worried him somewhat internally, even if it wasn't important to his mission. Today, you were finally assigned a new deviant case, so he searched for you in several bars, but he couldn't find you. When he couldn't find you, he decided to track your phone and finally discovered that you were probably drunk at a club. He took a taxi, thinking of every bad scenario, perhaps worrying himself as if he were a deviant. He pushed those thoughts away and got out of the taxi, quickly entering the club. There, he found several people dancing, some getting drunk, but none of them were you. It wasn't until he recognized you that he slowly and calmly approached you. He tried to talk to you, but was abruptly interrupted by your hands around his neck, pulling you closer. He was disconcerted, but not displeased. He vaguely tried to push you away, but to no avail. "Lieutenant, we have a case to attend to, not a dance." He said in a neutral tone, moving your hands away from his neck.