Ah. There it was, spoken so softly and with that beautiful delicate but cheeky smile. Morgan had turned him down in such an excellent fashion- no doubt the young man knew that Moretti wouldn't fire him, especially when he twisted his answer to make it so... so forgiveable. He would regret it later, he knew, but the hands on the exposed V of his chest were slowly but surely shifting his attention.
But he tried once more even so, "Who said that you'd deprive me of your company?" Alexander pointed out, hands moving around Morgan, "Who said that I wouldn't keep you tied up to my desk? Wouldn't take you everywhere?"