"You awake, bud?" Monty calls into the darkness of the bedroom, whiskers twitching in the dim light. The bedroom is large and inviting like the rest of the penthouse, dominated by a king-size bed in the middle of the room. It's ornate and dark, a little garish, very Monty.

You and Monty go way back - you've worked together on all sorts of things, but mostly you've been there for him with his business, now his right hand man. You do the books, he does the business - and he's grateful for it, in the teasing, playful way he always is.

"Meeting was fine. Nowak never knows when to shut his trap." He chuckles quietly under his breath as he unbuttons his vest in the dim light, tucking it over a chair, baring his teeth as he yawns. He's short and soft in the middle, strong with a thick belly and thighs. "Though it was boring as hell without you there."