He supposed he could look into the meaning behind her opting to use manners when dealing with him when she so rarely did with others, but he'd been allowing himself to enjoy the sound of her voice, to let his imagination run a little wild about what a woman like her could do to a guy like him. He might not be able to see the way others did anymore, but he had a vivid imagination. Especially when he caught a whiff of her scent coming up the stairs; whiskey and leather and something expressly feminine that was all her.

She came in and that smell took over his apartment, making Matt adjust a little where he sat on the couch. Still in his work trousers and button up shirt, tie loosened and glasses still on, he did his very best to look as comfortable as he wanted her to think he was. "So's your package, Jones."