Devon looked up at Alastor, her mouth already open in a protest as he told her it was an order. The slight smile on his face made her shut her mouth and return it with one of her own. Devon would've been lying to herself if she said that she didn't harbour something of a crush on her boss, a mixture of hero worship and just pure attraction. Sitting so close to Alastor, almost intimately in her estimation, made Devon suddenly feel flush. She internally thanked Merlin's paisley pants for the darkness.
"I can't very well refuse an order, can I?" she said, laughing a bit. Devon shifted, moving a touch closer and leaning into Alastor's side a bit. "Do you mind if I... i just don't want to fall over and sleep on this hard, cold floor..."