"Malcolm's watching you." Ruth whispers in Harry's ear.

"I don't care. Malcolm can watch all he wants as long as he doesn't comment." Harry says tiredly. Suddenly his internal instant messaging system pings. Harry slowly opens his eyes and opens his message. It's from Malcolm. Harry reads it quickly and then says, "Read this Ruth. The cheeky bastard."

Ruth moves around to the other side of Harry and reads, "You look really relaxed, Harry. What's Ruth's other hand up to under that desk?" Ruth is shocked by Malcolm's comment. Ruth walks to the door of Harry's office and hollers, "Malcolm, you have a dirty mind!"

"You and Harry just looked very cosy, Ruth, that's all. People will make assumptions when Harry looks like that. He never looks like that at work." Malcolm teases Ruth.

"Bugger off Malcolm!" Harry calls from his chair in his office. "Quit being a prat!"

"Oh, come on Harry! You know I'm right! You're never this comfortable at work. Ruth's good for you!" Malcolm calls back.

"Malcolm, you're an idiot! I knew Ruth was good for me a long time ago. You didn't have to tell me that!" Harry teases his friend.