"You look fine, Danny," Steve murmurs, shooting a glance in the direction of the others' offices. Everyone else seems to be fairly oblivious right now, and he couldn't be more grateful for that, because when he turns back to Danny he's greeted with the sight of him bending over his desk, looking right at the way that skirt does everything to flatter his ass, and he swallows, then quickly clears his throat, moving around to the other side of the desk. "No more looks."