“Come in,” Jonathan called, lifting Enigma's hips to get his pen, not really carrying how it looked for him to have his hands on a teenage girl's almost bare hips considering he didn't think Jack would really care. “Do you have to lay over everything?”
Enigma smirked, sitting up so that she was facing Jonathan, her legs on either side of him, feet resting on the armrests of his chair, her already too short skirt sliding up, flashing her garters as she leaned in close to him. “I have to do everything possible to annoy the living hell out of you, Jonathan Crane,” she said, flicking her tongue at him before laying back down across his desk, easily slipping back into her work.
Jonathan fingered the toxin in his pocket, but resisted giving the brat what she deserved, instead crossing a foot over his knee and using that as his desk as he wrote some file notes.