Clerical bullshit is more like it, those fuzzy little rats are about as useful as my bodyguard right now.

[ After promptly swiveling around in her seat she leans forward with her lips pursed slightly towards him. It's enough to make a normal man's mouth water, she is more than aware of her best angles, but this is Valentino. In this respect, her movements are less intention and more natural.

She is a fan of his work, after all. Curiosity killed the cat, but satisfaction brought it back. ]

Are you trying to butter me up, Valentino? It's working.