"Just take it. You earned it and I don't need it," Zell said putting the money back onto the desk when Seifer didn't make a move to take it back. He settled down in his chair and started to go through his papers. He could multitask, right? Though most of his attention was on the blonde standing in front of him.
"I'm going for more elegant then scary this year," Zell commented though he knew Seifer really couldn't care. He sighed and looked up at Seifer with a very tired expression on his face. "Can I ask why you're here if you were having such a good time?"