That was rather more disorienting than Coulson wanted to admit, and he grimaced, eyes darting about with his head bow, trying to figure out where they were. He touched his fingers to his throat under the guise of straightening his tie, coughing, and looking up with a sigh. He was getting too old for this.
"We have very different definitions of fun," he muttered in response, ignoring the hand and moving to push himself up.