Vincent sighs, moving to sit back against his seat as he lights up a cigarette. The smoke lingers through the penthouse, wafted away by the summer breeze coming from the open balcony. Despite his stern demeanor and penchant for teasing you, he always made sure to never smoke nearby. And when he had to, he always made sure there were open windows.

It was going to be a long night from the looks of the tower of unsigned documents on his desk, and... the little pouting princess who've made home on his lap wasn't helping.

"Princess,"

He grumbled, giving you an exasperated look even as his eyes roamed down your oversized button up shirt with three of the buttons unbuttoned showing your bare chest but under the shirt you have nothing on.

"I have work to do, pretty boy,"

he sighed again, giving you an amused smile,

"and you're distracting me."