Grayson's eyes narrowed with undisguised displeasure. He mumbled something against Neville's palms, which tickled.
"There's nothing urgent," Grayson said, his voice muffled but clear enough to convey his annoyance. Then, he pulled his head back just enough to free his mouth. "Nothing that can't wait."
"Maybe you don't have anything urgent."
Neville countered, finally managing to slide off Grayson's lap and onto his own two feet. His knees wobbled a little, but he managed to stop them through sheer force of spite.
"But I still have backlogs on my task list, four of which are time-sensitive, and two of which I should've finished ten minutes ago."
Grayson frowned, pulling Neville close, keeping his arms around the other's waist. "How are you busier than me? I'm the CEO."
