Tame is as tame does.... [bites lip. animals are animals, but this is just... over the top. much better to stroke Miles's knuckles with their thumb, sighing at the warmth of his grip. have fun reaching across the handgrip for your coffee, Miles.~~]

If you did draft Ivan, or someone... [voice goes low and sweet] I could think of better things to do with your time. And energy.

[seducing you to get you away from the paperwork? naaaah they'd be doing this anyway.<3 wry glance at the paper pile; why doesn't Miles have an assistant by this time, come to think of it?]

Nothing in there could be that urgent, could it? Why can't it wait till morning?