Yes, Alec was normally all about business, but who could not be distracted with that sight? An eyebrow quirked upwards as Magnus pulled on a robe and failed to tie it shut. Finally he followed the line of the warlock's arm to look upwards. There was his shirt for some reason and he reached up to free the poor piece of clothing.
He pulled the shirt over his head before letting out another yawn. "Honestly don't remember throwing my shirt that hard."
His attention went back to Magnus and he gave him that half smile again. "Yeah, I can do that." He reached up and fixed his hair slightly, but still had a case of bed head. "How much time do you need before I call the meeting?"