[His warning tone, the growl, and the fist pounding him -- Fudou can only let out a laugh, a short bark, still soft, as he tightens his grip around Sakuma and slides him carefully off the desk, back onto his feet, before straightening up.]

I wouldn't want to have that. I'll make sure to get us home quickly and make the most of our weekend.

[He pulls away after that, quickly, with the ease of someone who's done this countless of times before, picks up Sakuma's belongings from around the office and gets them ready to leave.]

Let's get going then.