"I believe that would be for the best, yes," he replies casually, his eyes lighting up with the obvious strength of Monty's reaction, even though there is no other sign of it as he steps back and away, draping his towel across his broad shoulders and buttoning up his shirt the rest of the way. "The weather is lovely today, so I think we should drive with the windows down today. Get some fresh air and sunshine."

It takes him a short amount of time to get ready - habit and practice seeing him through - and he greets his driver with a nod as he slips into the seat, where Monty is already waiting for him. He instructs the driver to take the long route to the cafe they often frequented, a short distance from the office, and then seemingly doesn't notice Monty at all, gazing out the window with a pensive expression, until they are stopped at a red light in one of the safe districts of the city, and he reaches to the side without looking to cup Monty's cock in the palm of his hand, groping them carelessly.