Well, if Ried had a blanket... "Nae, lad, I'm not letting you go," he whispered throatily and carried him to the locker, opening it and kneeling with minimal difficulty. He found the blanket, picked it up, then walked down the hall and into his office from a side door. He never bothered locking the doors, it would distract and nobody really came into his office anyway. Going to the gigantic, comfortable leather couch he finally let go of Reid, laying him down gently. The blanket was discarded on the back, not needed yet, and he grinned as he pushed his jacket off and discarded it as well.
"Nw, before we do anything, you've got to let me see your kilt. It's too much," he laughed, pushing Reid's shirt up with both hands running up the flesh underneath, then ran down his body again and over the kilt. "Where on earth did you get this, my sweet?"