Isaac clucks his tongue, just the once. "More's the pity. I look excellent in elevator mirrors," he can't help but tease, still remaining close, even if his gaze flickers up and tentatively catches hold of Rene's as he smiles adoringly at him. He enjoys the teasing and he eases back to stretch out, ashamed to say he rather feels disappointed that he's gone and hired the most attractive man he's ever met.

"Don't suppose you're trained in massage?" he wonders. "I could use one for my neck. My flight was a terror."