His lids lowered in a knowing way as his lips lowered down over the flash of teeth he had been flashing so that his lips pursed. He looked like he might say more, following the lines of their conversation, but thought better of it. No need to claim his bragging rights in front of a woman who quickened his pulse and dragged his breath from his lungs in short bursts. Not to mention his cock that throbbed and twitched back in the confines of his pants, cursing at him as it struggled to make room for itself. Instead, his eyes twinkled unnaturally.<br/><br/><br/>“Do you think I’m desperate?” His voice rumbled with the underlying growl. Careful. Your primal side is showing. Down, boy. His internal commands chastised his instincts.<br/><br/><br/>Only, little did she know, she was making it that much harder. Pun intended. He sensed her own arousal there in the confines of his office. Taking his own step back, he stretched out his arms so that his hands rested against the edge of his desk. The rest of his long frame stretched out in front of her until his own ankles crossed on the floor, the position outlining the bulge in his pants as well as highlighting the fact that Pace was, in fact, a prominent figure by himself.<br/><br/><br/>“The errands will consist of…. Whatever I want,” he retorted softly. Now it was time to send her on her way before he really did try something with the lovely witch. Pushing away from his desk, he brushed up close to her and bent his head down close to her ear, taking in a whiff of her hair, the heat emanating from her skin, her natural scent. “Time for you to go on your first one. There’s a frozen yogurt shop called Mother Moo Creamery that has the best strawberry ice cream I have ever tasted. I want you to bring me a pint. I’ll have you fill out an expense report when you come back.”<br/><br/><br/>He moved around her, hand jerking open the door to his office while his other pressed against the small of her back to usher her forward and through the doorway. Unfortunately, she would not find herself back in the bar once both feet set foot out of the office. But rather -- she would find herself outside of an abandoned office building in Sierra Madre, California.<br/><br/><br/>“You’ll be able to come back in when you have my frozen yogurt!” He called out cheerfully at her from the doorway, a wide, toothy grin stretched across his face. From there, he shut the office door, leaving her to her errand with a wink.