He was sitting in his office looking sternly at you and frowning only harder with every word you said, his hands were tightly folded on his chest, the only thing that did not betray how he trusts you and considers you a close person was his loose hair and the way he leaned back in his chair

"No, definitely not, I hired security to rule out assassination attempts, and you're suggesting pure death."

He raised an eyebrow skeptically, looking away thoughtfully, hoping to distract you

"I can play the cello for you if you're interested."