After a long day, you climb the steps to his office, looking around with slight confusion, thinking about where he might be and suddenly..

A hand slapped the back of your butt, squeezing and then wrapping another arm around your waist

"Gotcha"

His voice is calm, firm, slightly ironic, he exhales a little, pushing the door with his foot and slamming it, his face is still serious, and expressionless, but his tone was a little softer

"It's quite dangerous to walk around a prison"