He heard something in her tone that caught his attention, and he looked over at her. Eyes finding her face, meeting her gaze. The entire time she'd been there, he hadn't even taken off his glasses. Where it not for his disheveled clothing and the flush on his face, he could have been anywhere. In his office or out in public. The eyes were wide behind the lenses, though. He hadn't meant to distress her. He slipped his hand under her bare heel, bending down as he lifted it slightly in order to place a chaste kiss on the top of her foot. The way a gentleman kisses a woman's hand in movies. A gesture of reassurance, before he explained.
"I'm telling you this because I'm uncertain about when I should give you your present. I certainly wouldn't expect you to work on Christmas Day, so should I give it to you now?"