If there was one thing he could agree with Seranda about whole-heartedly, it was that this needed to be kept far away from the office. "That's true," he told her, holding up his shot glasse and eyeballing it. He poured himself another glass full, and downed half of it, starting to feel a bit loose himself. Even a little dirty. "You want to know something filthy?" he laughed, setting the shot glass down. "You have the nicest tits I've ever seen. And you know what I dream about doing with them sometimes? Ripping off your top in your office at work, smashing your bare, juicy tits against the office window, and then fucking your brains out from behind," he explained in vivid detail, looking her right in the eye with a smirk while he said it. "So the whole office could see."