...g out and raised an eyebrow. "I'm fucken tap dancing. Would've thought the jazz hands would give it away. Shit, I'm doing the paperwork. Ain't that what I should be doing?" He grinned wickedly, looking her up and down. "Course, if you got somethin' or someone better for me to do, bee, I'd be happy to oblige."
Fighting the urge to strangle her lieutenant (she had plenty of practice with this particular urge), Soi Fon clarified. "But it's the beginning of the work day. As in, before noon."
He shrugged. "Thought that was when I was supposed to be here."
"Since when is that something you concern yourself with?" She spat the words out, her voice venomous, and was surprised to see something unfamiliar flicker across his face, something that almost looked like guilt, before his features schooled themselves into an arrogant smirk once more.
"If you feel like letting me sleep in, bee, just say the word."
"That was not what I meant. Still, it's good of you to finally show up on time. I won't be holding my breath to see if it's habit forming but, since you're here, you can take the troops out on patrol." She stalked over to her desk to look over the week's roster.
The smirk widened as he got up to leave, walking up behind her as she read. "Well bee, if it means spending time with you I may just take it upon myself to come in e...