"Castle."
"That's me."
"If your feet don't leave my desk in the next four seconds, I'm shooting them off."
"Yes, ma'am. Espresso?"
"No."
"Come on. Indulge me."
"Never."
"Why not?"
"I told you. It annoys me."
"You mean, I annoy you."
"Your words, not mine."
"So what's your real deal with it, then? Afraid it'll damage your figure? Perk you up too much?"
"No, I just don't like it. Too sweet."
"Ah, of course. That explains why you like me so much?"
"Castle."
"That's me."
"If your butt doesn't leave my desk in the next four seconds--"
"Yes, ma'am."