Emlyn looked up from his desk as Alistar announced his success. He had even chosen to lead Clara to him. There was a reason that Emlyn kept the man on his payroll. He may be retired from his official line of work, but someone as skilled but obedient and forward thinking as Alistar was exceedingly rare, especially as time marched onward. Emlyn nodded to the man and chose to speak. "Good. I am sorry for pulling you away from your family retreat, Alistar. But I am sure your wife will not mind an extra zero in the bank account," Emlyn said, almost as if he was talking to an old friend.<br/><br/>Alistar actually smiled and nodded. "I think you are right too. Though I am betting she will ask why isn't there two extra," the doctor said before giving a slight bow and excusing himself from the room, having been addressed and being no longer needed.<br/><br/>With that done, Emlyn looked down and continued with his work, leaving Clara standing awkwardly in his study for the time being. There were books lining the shelves, a numb of comfortable chairs filled the room, giving the admittedly large room a cozy, bordering on cramped -in a good way- feel to it. A couple were in front of his desk, a couple more were surrounding a fireplace. Another, longer one that was almost like a bench was seemingly built into the wall underneath the huge paneled windows that took up the wall behind the mahogany desk. It was a very respectable and evidently expensive place for a man to relax or do business. There was no fire in the fireplace this evening. Though it was the proper time for one, Emlyn preferred the chill, and in fact one of the large panel windows was open just a crack to occasionally let a bit of a breeze in.<br/><br/>It was through that opened window that the little orb of false light fluttered into the room. It tiled a bit at Emlyn and Emlyn spoke once again in that language. There was an actual sound of glee as the ball bobbed in the air before it flitted back out of the window. At this, Emlyn stood and closed the window fully, finally turning and actually acknowledging Clara's presence in the room afterwards. "Sit," Emlyn commanded, gesturing to a luxurious chair in front of his desk. He himself sat and stared at Clara, not in a lecherous way, but in a way of expectancy, as if he was waiting to see if she was willing to defy him further.