[Sampo had come in through the window, actually, because he doesn't use doors unless he's absolutely certain that he won't be seen going through them, so he has no idea if the good Captain locked it. Who knows! Maybe he forgot to before he went over to his desk for a little self-care, maybe he didn't. Maybe the Supreme Guardian could walk through that door any second now and catch her guard captain with his pants down and a criminal in the room with him.]
[Maybe a little danger is just the kind of spice that his wank session needed. That, and a little Sampo.]
[Sampo probably had a real reason for coming in here, probably to sneak a peek at the upcoming guard schedule or to track down some classified documents that would help him evade capture or seal a deal. Maybe taking something that would give him an advantage over a competitor, a little blackmail material. Doesn't matter now, he's got better things in front of him.]
Not right now, I don't have a warrant out. [So that answers that question, anyway. No warrant, no arrest. Unless breaking into the guard captain's office counts, then maybe?]
[Wait. Hey. There's an idea there.]
[Sampo walks behind Gepard's chair, slides a hand down over his shoulder, a little down his chest. Goodness, Sampo should write a thank-you letter to whoever came up with the guardsmen's training regiment.]
Don't arrest me, Captain Landau. [His voice drops a little into a register that's undeniably suggestive.] I'll do anything.
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[Maybe a little danger is just the kind of spice that his wank session needed. That, and a little Sampo.]
[Sampo probably had a real reason for coming in here, probably to sneak a peek at the upcoming guard schedule or to track down some classified documents that would help him evade capture or seal a deal. Maybe taking something that would give him an advantage over a competitor, a little blackmail material. Doesn't matter now, he's got better things in front of him.]
Not right now, I don't have a warrant out. [So that answers that question, anyway. No warrant, no arrest. Unless breaking into the guard captain's office counts, then maybe?]
[Wait. Hey. There's an idea there.]
[Sampo walks behind Gepard's chair, slides a hand down over his shoulder, a little down his chest. Goodness, Sampo should write a thank-you letter to whoever came up with the guardsmen's training regiment.]
Don't arrest me, Captain Landau. [His voice drops a little into a register that's undeniably suggestive.] I'll do anything.