Only a slight nod was given. Maybe to Rubee or the leaving Mary. Maybe even to both.<br/>A grin soon formed, curling his lips as he watched her watch him. Again, he had the feeling he could almost read another's thoughts. Was she not wondering what had went on here? Why his clothes were not in order as perfectly as it would be at any other time?<br/><br/>"Careful now," he said low, the grin reaching his voice and colouring it "If you start sniffing, I might mistake you for a hound and may deem it needed to add you to the others to guard the House."<br/><br/>His grin faded, however, melting from his face and getting quickly replaced by a frown and pressed together lips as she spoke. When she gave him the paperwork, he nearly snatched it from her hands, walked around the desk and seated himself, gaze flicking from it to her while one brow rose slowly.<br/><br/>"Well, you do not hold this position because I do not trust you with numbers, Rubee. Let me take a look, though.."<br/><br/>The frown deepened, and he took up his age old position at his desk ; fingers bridged before his face while his eyes went over the numbers, now and then turning a page.<br/><br/>"Who or what do you think is responsible for this, Rubee? Any thoughts?" he asked, voice turned ice cold, but gaze not lifting from the papers.<br/>He could see quite clearly what she meant. It also helped he had gone through last years numbers this morning ; the money missing was very clear to him, the pattern was off. And it wasn't a small change, either.