His fingers brushed over the expensive fabric of Eames' trousers, guiding them through the lobby.
"Actually not the open elevator," he admitted, moving to a flat panel in the wall with a code pad beside it. He punched in a code and the private elevator door slid open without a sound.
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Date: 2012-06-17 09:56 pm (UTC)"Actually not the open elevator," he admitted, moving to a flat panel in the wall with a code pad beside it. He punched in a code and the private elevator door slid open without a sound.
"After you."