[ The sad part is that "Mister John Dawes"'s case file doesn't actually come with a photo, and Rhys knows the man in front of him as "Jack" and he seriously hasn't made the connection that they are one in the same. To him this whole thing reads out as,

Oh hey, its that guy from the bar. He's so full of himself but he is really nice to look at. Yes please I would like to hop on that bike and get behind you for what seems to be a midday hookup, but alas I am waiting for some IRS Nightmare From Hell to show up and talk to me about mutant spiders. Raincheck? ]

W, like--like right now? [ Rhys is caught off guard by what he thinks is just a super blunt invitation to continue where they left off at the bar, blinking as his pulse catches a little in his throat. A giddy sort of feeling churns in his stomach because he likes attention as much as the next guy, and he isn't usually the one people default to for a quick hookup because of...a lot of reasons, but yeah. ]

I can't--I mean, I would love to?? Or like to. I would like to. But I'm sort of waiting for someone already. Not that kind of someone. A client.

[ God if he hadn't told Jack he was an accountant beforehand that would sound really awkward and weird to him. ]