Patrick raises both brows so he can stand and start to unbutton his shirt. This isn't a fantasy he knew David possessed, but he can't say he's upset about it, and seeing as he grins at him, he's pretty sure that they can make it work.

"In that case, how about you show me where on the counter you'd like our espresso machine to go," he offers, pushing his shirt off, and plucking at his undershirt to start pulling that up.