He more or less felt Atticus approach, it was akin to a shiver, but not quite, though it did run along his back. Inwardly, he scoffed at himself and his more rational part decided the office would be a better place now that the man was dressed and smelled.. clean.<br/><br/><em>"Pleasantries have their place, and I suppose some of them should be observed, if I lack in manners I trust you'll forgive. I've forgone the Court for the moment to focus on my project and have little use for overblown dialogue with no true point. Perhaps a room to discuss that is more intimate then this, however visually soothing, entry area? I believe what I am seeking, or rather what we are seeking, will take a bit more discussion and explanation then I'd like to give standing here with all to hear."</em><br/><br/>He nodded, not letting anything of his mind or more bodily desires shine through, his smile firmly in place.<br/>"We could drink a cup of tea in my office and discuss matters, sir," he said, not denying Florence his attention either, but obviously talking to him instead of her. It seemed he was the more talkative and he had no problems with this as long as both clients were entertained under his roof.<br/><br/>He made a slight gesture at Atticus, as if he had been ignoring him, only introducing him to the two now because it would have been rude to<em>them</em>to not have done so.<br/>"This would be my right hand man, Atticus. He would be in charge of the House's security."