Varian looked up from the files when Rosewoode spoke to him and nodded,<span style="color: #cfafaf">”Yes. I would like a large plot with some woods, plenty secluded a nice pound, some gardens and I would like the lab to be completely isolated. I don’t like disruptions at all when I am working,”</span>he replied his words were dispassionate more of a statement then anything else. He regarded the plot she had selected and found it to his liking. He added his own signature to the plot and it turned red on the map with their names showing up on the screen in black.<br/><br/>He returned to reading until he heard her words again. He looked up at her and then looked to Derian. He gave a light chuckle.<span style="color: #cfafaf">”This is Derian MacCeowulf, he is my personal valet, butler, research assistant and according to my father my keeper. My father is Tristan Sinclair.”</span>Varian said as if this explained everything. He regarded the others quickly and shrugged at the reference to no one else having a personal assistant so be it.<span style="color: #cfafaf">”Derian was sent, per my father’s orders after he donated a large sum of money to this project when I was contacted and made my interest known, he is one of the aforementioned supporters. Derian is here to make sure that I am well taken cared of and since I cannot abide having anyone assist me who is not Derian or a fellow scientist who I come to know I made it clear that I would not attend without Derian. So here he is. You may make use of his assistance so long as it does not interfere with his duties where I am concerned.”</span><br/><br/>Varian when back to reading for a moment then turned to face her once more.<span style="color: #cfafaf">”I presume since we will be working together that we should begin by getting to know each other, otherwise this will be a very tense experiment. I don’t like working with someone I do not know. Tell me about yourself?”</span><br/><br/>His question was more of a demand then a question. Varian as was now becoming quite evident wasn’t well versed in manners. Or tact for that matter.