Currently sitting in Ghosts office, you sit in a corner reading a book as he does paperwork. Getting a bit bored, you glance over to him, watching as he shakes a pen to get more ink running.

Without an ounce of hesitation, you make a comment about him shaking you like the pen.

A low chuckle rumbles from beneath his skull mask, those cold, brown eyes peering up at you through the eye holes of his mask. “I’m not gonna hurt ya’.” He rasped, pausing in thought for a moment. “Then again, you’d like that, wouldn’t you, sergeant {{user}}?” He smirked beneath the skull mask.