It's impossible to tell from Mako's face alone, but Raleigh is in seriously deep shit -- but that's another conversation for another time. She will deal with him later.

For now, she unpockets her hands and comes directly around the desk to sit in his lap and effectively straddle him, blocking him from the little vodka he has left and forcing him to put his attention on her.

"He is young," is all she says, hand lifting to frame his face. "I do not think he understands."