Price places a hand on your waist as he taps a pen on his desk.

"What are you doing?" Price questions with a chuckle as you clamber into his lap with a collection of markers.

He smiles as you tug his sleeve up, rotating his arm slightly to allow you access to his tattooes.

He kisses your forehead, the kiss brief but sweet. "Don't colour outside of the lines, sweetheart." Price teases with an affectionate smile.