Ahhh, good.  A little music, something to listen to that would help pass the time and liven up the office a little.  And it was a nice, lively bit of jazz music at that.  As the sweet saxophone music began to sound throughout the office room they shared, Ankh took her feet down off her desk and stretched out herself.  Then, leaning back in her chair again, she took a deep drag from her cigarette and spent a few seconds watching the smoke billow out as she slowly exhaled.<br/><br/>"Heh, you're welcome to try,"  She responded, smirking, when he remarked on cleaning up her side of the room.  "If it stays this quiet, though, I might just have to find some way to mess your space up a little."<br/><br/>Of course, one method for doing to sprang to mind almost immediately.  She could just go over there, perch herself up neatly on that desk right in front of him, reach down and start undoing buttons...  Oh yes, the wrappings most definitely couldn't block out everything, and that constant, low-level desire, that little, aching need to be filled was something she had to put up with at every waking hour of the day.  She did her best to banish the fantasy from her mind before it could go too far, taking another deep drag from her cigarette and adjusting herself in her seat, sitting up a little straighter, in order to mask the emotions she was having to suppress.<br/><br/>Admittedly, it wasn't like she and Suo hadn't done things together before, on occasion.  Given her condition, she'd had to rely on his help with satisfying some of her urges before.  But just because things were slow now didn't mean they wouldn't pick up shortly, and it wouldn't really do for them to keep a customer waiting, simply because she couldn't keep her pants on.  They'd wind up getting a bad reputation, and that would be bad for business.