"You're screwing the baker!" The exclamation was loud, full of laughter and it was unfortunate that all the chargers were present. Krem's face burned red and despite his tanned skin, it was very obvious. The chime of his text, different than the one that everyone else had been set to, damned him further.

"Am not! We're just talking-" And without being able to see what JW had actually sent him, the larger man plucks his phone easily out of his hand and stands, quite a deal taller than Krem, making it impossible for him to get it back without Bull giving him some sympathy. "Here, let me help you. None of that courting crap you're so fond of."

And, despite a very valiant attempt to climb his boss and retrieve his phone, JW's inbox will be greeted with, "Looks delicious. It would taste even better if I could eat it off your naked body"