I'm snippeting from The Sorcerer's Guardian this week. Loriot thinks Savarin needs to take a break...
“I’m aware of the importance of your work,” Loriot said and came toward Savarin in what could only be described as a prowl. “But you can’t work all night.”
Savarin pushed aside the stirrings of heat in favor of annoyance at the amusement he could hear in Loriot’s words, and stepped backward. “This is serious, Loriot. Treat it as such.”
“Oh, I am. You need to relax sometimes or you won’t accomplish anything.” With a wicked smile, Loriot kept advancing, crowding Savarin back until he came up against the door. “You’ll be far more clearheaded if you allow yourself a little enjoyable distraction.”