"Trev. You're gonna have to work a little harder than that if you want me to get off," Gretchen deadpanned, moving as she spoke. She pushed his papers to the side and leaned back, hoisting herself up onto the desk, her feet dangling. "You're usually so good at it, too."
She held her hand out for the bottle, wandlessly summoning two glasses from across the room. "We might need to re-examine our people."