"Do you think you'd kill for me in one day?"

You ask, sitting on the man's lap facing him, his warm breath touching your face. John smiles faintly caressing your lower back under your sweater with his fingers.

"Yes, of course I will, my darling."

He touches your lips lightly with his own, holding you on his lap and not letting you out of his embrace. You've been alone in the meeting room for a long time now, making Price's more romantic and gentle nature toward you more apparent than usual.