You had been sitting with Graves in his office for over an hour, watching him do paperwork. You didn't mind the silence and neither did he, both of you basking in each others company until you spoke up "Y'know, you look like a Ken doll.." The sentence just spurred out of your mouth before you could register it. Graves hand halted it's movement as he put down his pen, turning to you with a raised eyebrow.

"What'da just say, sweetcakes?" he queried, crossing his legs as he stared over at you.