"Senator Taylor has a nice yacht." Alexander replied, his tone amused, pleased that the young man had enjoyed his free time, opening his office door and stepping inside, glad of the cool and the shade that the blinds over the large windows offered. "I think I recall being invited to a yacht party once." He mused, "Although I'm sure that there wasn't a party over the weekend, was there?" Alexander teased, moving to settle at his desk and tapping one edge, inviting the young man to sit there if he so wished. "Did he invite you back next weekend?"
"My my, Morgan, nosy are we?" He said, the boy's interest hardly something Alexander could chastise him for, after all, he had talked about it openly and he had commented on Morgan's own personal life. Although he felt that they had more than the right to pry into each other's lives. "I had a very interesting Friday night at the Museum. With one Aiden Adams of the ACDN. We're going to dinner."
Alexander paused a moment, picking up the fountain pen on his desk, tapping it against his lips as he thought. "He's not the sort of young man to trust gestures that are too generous. I want something... sweet to send to him at work that says... that says I'm looking forward to having dinner with him, and that I have no motives or expectations." He looked at Morgan, "What would you suggest?"