Don’t mind him while he smirks a little. “You like it,” he says it in a sing-song manner. And he shows that he is completely fine with any sidling on Hasibe’s part by pressing himself closer, leaning in to murmur in her ear, “Do you want me to make good on what I said?”

In the meantime, his hands have secured themselves on either side of her waist. Just in case she should think about walking off like he did, if the elevator stops. Apparently only he’s allowed to do that.