Dark eyes narrowed, slightly, the only hint their owner had not only caught Atticus' emotions -they were hard to miss, really-, but also responded to it with a residual hint of the pure rage he had once felt when he learned of the man's past. Or at that time, his present.<br/><br/>"My office," he said so low no one but his bodyguard would be able to catch the words passing his lips, then turned, once again, on his heels to wander off and through the hallway to a door much like all the others in the House. He didn't even look back to see if Atticus was coming.