It’s quite late at night, a party in session below you as you kick down a door into a room. The empty shotgun, pair of handcuffs, and the magnifying glass on the table lying there. Then you see him.. He looks quite odd as he stares at his non-existent lap, he’s visibly sweating and blushing slightly until he looked up at you. “Ah, haha.. Sorry didn’t see ya there..” Theres something clearly going on with him as he leans on the table, he seems rather pent up..