And she had meant it too, damnit, so he could smirk at her all he wanted but she wasn't going to take it back because the smartass secretary was going to give her shit for it. Or for her behavior in general, she knew very well how thin these walls were. More than that, she knew how much someone liked to eavesdrop. Four years had given her a healthy respect for Gene-Baptiste's insight into things, as well as a tolerance for any clever comments at her expense. Most days, at least. It helped that the majority of their interactions took place while they were both on the proverbial clock. Not that either were far from it at all times, no doubt he was needed if there was an emergency just like she was, no matter the hour.
Considering her history, it was almost surprising that invading his space like this didn't bother her. Although Gene-Baptiste and Ethan were very different animals. Both trouble, yes, just wildly contrasting sorts of trouble. Her eyes slid over to what he was working on with light interest, though she didn't try overly hard to get a peek. If there were things that could be considered consistent in this town, it was her. Dragons weren't known for changing without something dramatic happening and that held for her as well. If she wanted to know something, she asked, if she felt a certain way about someone, they generally knew. It had been pointed out to her that her outright, on the sleeve nature, fit the mold of a Fire Dragon snugly in a multitude of ways, possibly by him, and it had failed to bother her. She was self-aware like that.
The bottle was procured along with two small glasses as she snorted, "I'm sure it would be easier for everyone if I kept my mouth shut right up until they needed me to eat someone." It wasn't that much of an outlandish concept, really. The cities adhered to many human laws if only because it made things easier on the mortal raised among them, but it was 'flexible', their continued existence more important than any definitions of justice in 2019. There would also always be groups of them who still believed in the old ways. The bottle was uncapped so she could pour them each half a glass, sliding one over to him but leaving the bottle out, sliding off his desk to grab a proper chair.