"My office? The office is up here, Boss," he smirks, tapping the side of his forehead with a finger. It's true; nothing gets written down. Nothing has to. "If you're serious about wanting to see my digs, though -- lose the cancer-stick."

And he brushes past Lorne just as though the back of his neck isn't trying to crawl right down his spine and hide in his pants, and starts taking out his keys with ostentatious slowness.