Emma blinked several times; he was blocking something, forcing his mind to think about the most random things. "Very well. I will try to respect your wishes," she said, rising from her chair again to walk around the desk. She leaned her hip against the chair beside him. "But if you ever need anything... my office door is always open," she smiled, leaning closer to him. Emma just couldn't let the entire afternoon be too serious, and she was a chronic flirt.