When Davies had walked through the lobby on the ground floor of the Imperium building, he had noticed different weird looks from the staff as he had walked by.
At first, he had attributed it to his presence after supposedly being stuck in a dungeon with no clear chance of survival, but soon after he noticed that the looks that he was seeing on their faces weren't looks of shock or admiration, but rather looks that told a story… a story that he was curious about, but he didn't mention anything about it until he arrived at his office on the 138th floor with Jessica in tow.
Upon reaching the office, he first sat himself down at the desk and made himself very comfortable on the extremely comfortable chair,
'Are these things really made for work… I could sleep in things,'
'... so comfortable,' he thought as he nuzzled and rested further into the chair.
"Talk," he said as he looked intently at Jessica.
