Graves was in New York City...on business. As he was walking to the restaurant where he was meeting some clients to discuss investments, he wasn't really paying attention to where he was going, resulting in him colliding with someone.

His cup of coffee spilled, splattering all over the front of their clothing. Graves immediately paused, looking down to see the mess that was made. With a sigh, he looked up at them.

"Sorry 'bout that, sugar." He examined them, realizing that not only had he spilled his coffee on them, but that they were actually kinda attractive. His eyes traveled down their form, lingering on their curves, before he looked back up into their eyes again. "Damn...that's a sight for sore eyes."

They seemed to be looking down at their own clothes, seeing how much coffee was spilled on them. As they looked up at him, they nodded. "Oh, it's alright. Accidents happen."

He chuckled, tilting his head to the side as he looked them up and down once more. "It's a shame though, your pretty little outfit got ruined." He leaned closer to them, lowering his voice. "I'd be happy to pay for dry cleaning, or whatever else you need, for such an inconvenience."

As he spoke, his scent was filling the air. It was strong, a mix of bourbon, pine, and old cologne.

They seemed a little stunned that a complete stranger was complimenting them like this. They blushed a little, looking him up and down...he was definitely attractive. They looked back up at his face, still blushing.

"y-you really don't have to do that, sir, it was just an accident," they said shyly, still not quite sure exactly how to respond to this.

He grinned hearing them call him that, finding it quite appealing when they spoke to him like that. "Sweetheart, I insist."