With a chuckle, Dalton shook his head. "I have no idea. I've been saying and doing all sorts of weird things lately... Maybe I was hit with a blunt object and everyone's just too nice to tell me so." He furrowed his brows a bit at her. "You're not just some girl to me, you know."
He smiled. "I knew that was the room you'd want! It's yours. No one else is here. And even if someone was here, I'd tell them to fuck off because you're back." Finally, a trace of his cocky grin returned.
"No more models today. Dark room editing and a meeting about the August issue. Fun-o." He offered to take the bag for her. "Did you have fun with your brother? I hope he doesn't want to kick my ass because you left. Rather fond of it."