At first, Zechariah was too busy being pleased with his own teasing. The doctor leaned back, and Zechariah leaned forward from his seat to match in pursuit.

And then he blinked. Had this esteemed fellow just accepted Zechariah’s earlier implied offer? Yes! Was it too ethically dubious to fuck the man he had hired to tend his health? Yes!

It was everything he could possibly wish for in these trying times.

“I have champagne and more, for you.”

Zechariah got out of his chair and offered a hand up.