"Oh, trying to stop eyes from rolling." His eyelids flickered like a bad cable connection, iris and pupil joining forces to thrust back the powers that be, which were so opulent and robust as to seemingly be forcing him to roll his eyes. "Trying." And he rolled them. "Fail." It was her Zucchini-peenie pet name that had inspired them to curlicue mockingly.
Like any gentleman would do, after all this was his bad idea to begin with, he'd gathered up her big, 'heavy' bag and began carting it toward the elevator. He noticed how she'd done so without thought, and have wanted to recommend the stairs to prove her wrong. Elevator out of service.
Too bad he was lazy.
He'd pressed the appropriate button for the penthouse floor, and decided he'd act slightly less like an asshole, and more like a friend. He hadn't seen her in a while anyway, had she been up to finally something no good, which she could regale him with?