[You're not allowed to smoke on the Academy premises, but he learned a while ago that the ventilation in these rooms is pretty damn good. And if there's a room, Spy will find a way to smoke in it. He's halfway through a light when the door clicks open, and he only looks up when Engineer starts to approach his desk.

He raises a small brow at the sight of the horns before refocusing on his papers, putting them away as quickly and efficiently as possible without trying to seem excited. Especially once he takes off his coat.]

I can't help but be a little grateful that I'm aligned with Cordis. I don't think the hair would suit me.

[Okay. The desk is cleaned up and presentable. He stands, straightening out his suit jacket before circling around to meet Engineer in front of his desk and draw a hand along the exposed part of his chest.]

Your restraint is admirable.