He is capable of assisting guile.

Hesitantly, I might add. I venture that at the very least your working relationship is meaningful to him.

[ She reaches to tug affectionately at his collar, pauses, and then slides from her seat so she can lean down to kiss him; a slow and steady press that is warm, for closeness rather than passion, the length of a single deep and even breath. Hello. I missed you. When she pulls back she has another lighter brush of a kiss for his forehead, and then she sits again with a soft smile that edges on shyness. ]

I brought you something. I hope you will forgive it being more puzzle than present.