He perched on the edge of the desk, leaning over to put his scribble on the pages, not even reading them over. He could just've signed all his possessions over to a penguin for all he knew.

"Look, Bolls... I was thinking..." He paused, tapping the pen against the desk. "That maybe, if you wanted, I could drop by your place later, bring some wine or something? ... If you're interested..."