He nearly jumps out of his skin when he sees the floating bottle of cologne. What. The. Ever. Loving. Shit?! And then it drops. It drops and there is glass everywhere. What's more, the liquid is spelling out something.

"Sorry?...." Shit. Shit. This is creepy as fuck. He's almost glad he chose to wear the brown pants today because damn. He has to take a breath and not run out of there like a scared little bitch.

"You best be sorry. That's some expensive shit right there." His voice breaks a little, showing that yeah, he's actually scared as hell though also...a bit of a liar, because Old Spice isn't all that expensive.