[Ajax's face contorts into some weird form of denial and annoyance, moreso because she mentions this happens frequently. He only stares at her when she plops down next to him, and he can feel his stomach burn a bit brighter. He tries to wash that look on his face and that emotion away, closing his eyes and looking away, taking the time to breathe.

But, lingerie. She has to be joking.]

You're just trying to get my goat.

[He folds his arms over his chest, sitting back into the couch, opening his eyes once more and looking over to her like he's onto her.]

Maybe I'll have to send you something myself, and make sure they all see it. Perhaps a large bouquet of your favorite flowers with your name on it, right at the receptionist's desk.