Back in control. He needs to reset, to return to himself, or who he ought to be, at least for the ambassador. For his job. For the world outside these four walls. His tie is a wrinkled mess, and he changes it out as Granger straightens her shirt, and he regrets he hadn't torn it from her body. Every inch of her looks untamed, messy and swollen and flushed, standing before him with only that pretty blouse, half-buttoned.