Milo straightened himself up as Xiao Yu walked back into the room, toting a bag and a tantalizingly kissable smile. Feeling the fine skin of her hands slipping into his wasn't unwelcome, and he gladly gripped her hand with just as much vigor. He imagined her blood was rushing just as much as his, if not more, and he couldn't help but grin again.<br/><br/>"Dove here is right, we've got a lot planned today, and not to come off as rude Yi Long, but it'd likely be much easier without anyone unwanted barging in without at least a knock."<br/><br/>The smirk on his face would have been enough for Milo, but hearing himself calling Xiao Yu 'dove' and seeing just how much Yi Long's face dropped with each word.<br/><br/>"You know, I'm thinking dove, maybe we should do a little more work after we tour the site."<br/><br/>Milo wasn't aggressive by nature, and his attitude did surprise him a bit, but something primal in him wanted to see Yi Long pissed. He ever looked Yi Long in the eyes as he said 'work.'