It's not quite imperceptible, that lean in. Chase might almost call it dangerous, given the territory of this conversation. "You want... casual sex," he ventures, voice soft, half expecting to be slapped for a suggestion that doesn't even seem to be his. As a guess, it feels an outrageous one. "With me. Regularly?"

He has to figure out exactly where he stands, especially when it feels this much like the ground could give way any minute. Tectonic plates are shifting somewhere, changing the layout of what was familiar ground. It happened before, yes, and that particular experience is one he has regretted, not for the act itself, but the circumstances. The circumstances, and their entire workplace finding out about them.

It didn't become a big deal perhaps because they'd both avoided the issue after agreeing it wouldn't - shouldn't - happen again. Now the arrangement seems to be edging in exactly the opposite direction.

He clears his throat, quirking an eyebrow at the idea, "Completely casual?"