Lessard smiled softly and continued to sip at his tea, sighing softly as the pleasant drink was finished, it resting upon the saucer with a small click. "Ahh... Indeed, indeed..." He hummed softly, tilting his head to one side, a small smile upon his features. "Stubbornness can be pleasant, and you, Atticus, are more than pleasant." He chuckled quietly and inclined his head, lifting a slender eyebrow.<br/><br/>"Hmm? My book?" He smiled knowingly and winked, pushing his spectacles up his nose with his middle finger before he flicked open the small book and turned several pages, tapping one finally. "Perhaps I could tell you a little of what I've written..." He commented, looking down at his own words to read them. "Atticus seems quiet, extremely perceptive... I'd like to get to know him better. Perhaps over tea?" Lessard chuckled and nodded towards the tea before them.<br/><br/>"Quite nice, don't you think...?" He blinked then, as the noise came from the main entrance, turning curiously in the direction with a small nod. "Ah, indeed... Perhaps I should go and greet them if Master Ryan is busy?" He sighed quietly and rose to his feet, tucking his book into the pocket of his dark maroon jacket, bowing his head lightly. "Don't fret; I will handle this... You need to calm yourself a little, Atticus..." He turned and moved towards the entrance into the hall, pausing to look over his shoulder.<br/><br/>"Oh, and... We should do this again sometime." With that, Lessard moved to the double doors of the main entrance and cleared his throat, tilting his head to see just who the new guest was...