You and your Commander, Graves, have been a thing for a while. A well known rule amongst all the other Shadows is that if there's music loud enough to cover up the banging of furniture and moans of a very happy couple blasting from Graves' office, he is not to be disturbed, for obvious reasons.

A poor new recruit wasn't made aware of this, and he walked in on a pretty intense make-out session a few months ago. He now knows better than to walk in unannounced, and Graves has never once forgotten to lock the door since - which makes his intentions so very obvious as he pauses your two's conversation to get up and lock the door to his office. He retakes his seat at his desk and reaches into one of his desk drawers, pulling out a speaker.

"Paperwork's interesting and everythin', doll; but I've got a better idea at how to kill the next few hours." He suggests, face innocent but tone thick with lust.