Stepping into the room behind Aarne, Erik glanced around noticing the table covered in papers. Odd. Who's room could this possibly be? It wasn't Joe and Aarne's definitely not since there wasn't any trash or mess. So, if he hadn't brought the Swede along to drink with him and his Brit then....

"Robert!"

Erik found himself beaming at the older man, instantly feeling his cheeks heat up into a soft blush and his eyes open up in surprise. Oh, so this is what the Fin had planned. Drinks with the driver. He was a devious one for sure. Not able to hold a giggle in, the Swede gently sat down and pushed some of his hair back. Turning to Aarne, Erik spoke up, smirking.

"Aarne, du är en lömsk bitch och jag älskar dig."

Of course he loved this. The very idea of relaxing and drinking with Robert had the Swede swooning already.