Mab was doing her best not to laugh - aw, they had opened the door the same way. For anyone else, it might have had the wanted effect. She just grinned in the most shit-eating way he had likely ever seen in his unlife. Mab still couldn't believe he was the goddamned Sheriff but that was partially why she was here - to see it first-hand. "I know! I almost picked a completely useless shirt too," Mab arched a perfectly sculpted eyebrow, not bothering to hide her amusement.
As Amadeus circled the desk, she turned, shifting her position to perch on the edge closest to his chair. Ignoring that she had heard something about a lover (and saw the evidence right there in the office), long, bare legs were meant to be a bit of a temptation. "Bless you for asking. Mab - Queen Mab if ye're nasty," that grin was just not going away, was it? "I just had to come see if you were actually Sherrif. And here we are." That, of course, wasn't all there was to it but one thing at a time.