His legs spread wide as he leans back into the couch, swirling his finger atop the ice cub resting in the middle of his cup. Double scotch. He needs it, okay? Spare him the whining.

The usual frown of his stays put, brows knotted, a thin lin of lips while his piercing índigo eyes size you up. A rough mmhm from his lips before swinging his drink up to his lips.

As you step closer, afraid, even if just little, trembling fingers reach to help him with his tie. Work left him like these most of the days. Moody. He won't admit it. Too stubborn for that, but you know better.

"I have paperwork left to do." The tip of his tongue darts out to moisten his lips. Tasting the rich liquor as you stand between his legs, gentle hands undoing his tie. An one side smirk flashed briefly. You saw it. "Might come to bed later tonight."