Tom rushed Melissa with an unexpected urgency and need at her words that surprised even himself. It’d been a long time since someone had spoken to him in a tone that hungry, with words that dripped with desire and it made the blood in his veins burn. His strength came easily, after all, pinning her body between his and the wall as he stepped forward, his hand wrapping around Melissa’s delicate throat. Tom crushed his lips against hers, claiming a short and messy kiss, biting at her bottom lip before pulling away to growl;

“Say it again, I want to hear you say it again;” 

Scripts, projects - anything that even whiffed of a camera crew and director were usually rigorously scrutinised by Tom’s management team before being handed to him, but from this description and presentation, it wasn’t anything out of his skill set - Loki covered fantasy and action. He’d never worked with Jensen or Katy, but had heard high praise of both, so Tom pondered for a moment. 

“Thank you for the cup of tea, you certainly know how to woo a Brit - I’ll have a look and get back to you? I’d like to arrange a meeting with the fellow cast members if that’s possible?” 

Tom could never refuse a cup of tea, frankly, it would be un-British of him, and the offer of Charle’s company alongside all this made it even sweeter. With a smile so wide and so genuine it threatened to split his face in two, Tom graciously accepted;

“Truthfully, I feel like I haven’t stopped and sat down in weeks, a cup of tea sounds like a marvellous idea, and with you? Perfect. I know just the place.”