"I like you in the dark," the witch replied blithely, and that was true enough. More than that, though, she would have liked the idea of him not having to concern himself with the whereabouts of the other employees. Or with anything but her. Not that she considered this likely; Elia was aware (and somewhat annoyed) that most of the lust in this arrangement belonged to her.
Her smirk faded a little when he mentioned Issac and Merrick, eyes dropping to study the tips of her fingers even as he nudged them down. Not away, but lower on his chest, as if he had meant to remove her from his body entirely, but had become distracted halfway through the process. Which was ridiculous; Kennet was never distracted. Not really. "Yes. They need more. He needs more – but whatever he needs is beyond me. It isn't my niche."
Elia shook her head, brushing aside the topic and raising her eyes back to Kennet's – always steady, usually completely unreadable. Why he pulled at her the way he did was a mystery even to the witch; he frustrated her as much as she did him, at least. "Were you just here to be seen, then? Prove to Management that you're checking in on everyone?"