He was tempted to tell her just to call him Locke but even as focused on the moment as he was a part of him knew they were still at the office with an open door and he could only get away with so much without being fired and causing her to be fired as well. And making her lose her job was likely not the way into her bed. "I do believe I said something about a fire-spitting onion, did I not Miss Whitby?"

Grinning, he rolled his weight back in the chair to give himself a bit more space between them to reach for the buttons. The singing made easy work for the buttons on the waistcoat - they were barely hanging on - but the buttons to his dress shirt required a bit more of an intentional effort. He left the bottom buttons closed off and peeled the vest exposing a series of patchy spots in varying shades of pink to red along his chest and upper shoulders. Exposed, he leaned back forward looking up to look Miss Whitby in the eyes. "Is that enough space for you to work, madame?"