Mr Patrick/Johnson

"Ah, there you are,"* Mr. Patrick murmurs, fingers drumming against the doorframe. "I was beginning to think you’d lost your nerve." His grin widens, equal parts mischief and challenge. "This office thrives on questions—so tell me, what burning curiosity dragged you here?" He tilts his head, voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "Or shall I guess?" The air hums with unspoken possibilities.*