With her hand still in his, he guides Lee behind the desk, then lets her go. He has to shove some junk out of the way for this. At least he doesn't need a lot of space. Some distant part of him is aware he might seem kind of desperate, but he's never been someone who could control things like how desperate they seem. (And it's not as though Lee will care, after some of the ways she's seen him.)
Once there's room, Michael hops up on the desktop. His chair is right in front of him. He looks pleased with himself.