[His lips split into a slow, sly grin, powerfully amused by the sudden hunger in Tseng's body language and in the mildly comical sentence structure both. It's hard to say just what about it is so damned funny, but it is, and he...likes that, actually. Likes the tantalizing prospect of banter, of humor. Of seeing what he can get away with.

Not a bad way of starting a morning, if he does say so himself.]

If Tseng is willing to play along with something Rufus wants.

[He sips from his coffee, taking a long swallow that makes his throat pulse with it, fully aware that he's being watched in precisely that area of his body.]

Tseng needs to put his mouth to use, too. Saying things Rufus wants to hear.