[ She scrunches her eyes shut and groans the minute the dulcet tones of hip hop start loudly blaring from the gym bag a few feet away. Slowly, nose crinkling, she lifts her gaze back to him. Reluctant as she is, she doesn't tear herself away quite yet. ]

Any other sound, and I'd pretend it never happened. But that sound is the boss sound. [ A beat, then, in a girlish tone she clarifies, ] ... Work boss, not video game boss. [ Her hand drags away from his mouth to push back into his hair with a floundering groan of dissatisfaction, but she tears herself away without indulging in kissing him because she knows it would lead down a terrible, terrible road that would not take her to the round table room.

At least, not while people were there. Geez. She's not a wild animal. Grabbing her phone, she plays the message, pushing hair that got loose from her ponytail back into it haphazardly. ]