"delicious, isn't it?"

It takes all your two hundred years of sitting through formal HR seminars and training not to smack your hand to your face. You would ask how someone like him had made it to a top three team, but keep that question to yourself. You do not get paid enough for this.

"A fingerprint reader present on your screen, which, may I add, is quite glaringly obvious, prompts you to place your finger on the spot to ensure it really is you trying to access your account." You feel like offering that explanation might have just confused him more, if the uncertain frown on his face is any indication.

"That seems unwise." he cocks his head to the side, looking ridiculously mortified by the idea.

"Unless someone manages to nick off your finger and keep it on their person should they need to access confidential information, I'd argue that is the best idea there is." To you, it was fascinating what humans could come up with without possessing any magical abilities, creating paths and methods so wonderful that they had launched rockets to space. The only feat these ingenious humans had not yet accomplished, unfortunately, was how to create an emailing system fit for a technophobic vampire.

After a few more minutes of furtive typing and checking his phone, you finally manage to log him back in. You consider giving him the password "pleaserememberthistime123" but submit to your more professional side and write a password even a toddler could not mess up.

He takes the phone back with the tips of his fingers, grimacing as he gently places it into his leather pocket, and stands to his full height.

"I truly appreciate your help with my unfortunate situation, truly. If there is anything that I could do to make it up to you…"

At least he has kind manners; you will give him that. You do not respond with anything, save a curt nod and wave to shoo him off, already rueing the time you have lost in which you could have gotten home early, just in time to watch the latest episode of yet another brilliant human invention: Love Island.

You sigh and mutter to yourself, gathering the last of your things before you call it a day. Just another day at the office.

You glare at Nate from behind your desktop screen, and you really hope you look murderous, because that is how you feel. His charm and good looks might earn him a pass from the others in this department, but you are not them; therefore, you cannot let it pass. At all.

You inhale deeply through your nose, rubbing your eyes hard enough to see white spots appear in your vision.

"How have you managed, for someone who cannot even open their phone, to delete your account from all our records? Entirely."

Agent Sewell winces, rubbing the back of his neck with his hand.

"I am afraid..I honestly have no idea. As always."

"As always," you agree, resting your head against your outstretched pointer. After watching him squirm for a while, you decide to put him out of his misery and sigh dramatically.

"I will begin the process of recovering your account, even though I believe that we should have a pigeon conjured every time you are to receive or send a report," you snipe, rubbing the temples of your head.

"I..I see. Is the process, er, difficult?" he leans forward, genuinely curious, staring up at you with his big, brown eyes. Damn him. Your ire begins to recede as he nods at you encouragingly, and you roll your eyes even if the expression has no malice behind it.

"Not difficult, simply long. And the cause for my dread is not the process, but knowing that you will land in my office sometime this week. I am excited to see what new ways you come up with," you add a smile to the end of your words, because he seems to sink a bit more into himself, which is a feat for someone so tall.

"I am not yet caught up with these…modern contraptions. I am afraid it may be because of its absence from the time I come from," he explains, smiling fully for the first time you have seen him. He has a nice smile, you notice, one that reaches his eyes and makes the corners of them crinkle.

"I am as old as you are, Agent Sewell. I'd probably reckon older. So I am afraid that is not much of an excuse."

"Excuses are not my forte, so it seems. Perhaps I can buy you lunch, to make it up to you?"

You snort at that. He'd have to buy the whole cafeteria at this rate. You hold up a hand to calm his worries and pass him his phone with the other hand.

"Try to find an occasion to offer to buy me lunch outside this office, and I will consider. "