Oddly enough, the servant he nearly scared to death only minutes ago also wandered past on his way to his office and it gave him the perfect option to order tea to be delivered. It didn't take time, nor words, only a small gesture of his hand the very new employee actually understood. Ryan decided to add a few points in his mind to the man's record and let it go from his mind again.<br/><br/>His office still looked the same as he had left it and he was both pleased and annoyed he hadn't taken Atticus over the desk. Being pleased won, unfortunately. It would have been quite a mess to have cleaned up in what little time they had been in the hallway.<br/><br/>"I trust the tea will be here in a matter of minutes," he said while walking around his desk and taking place behind it, elbows planted on the surface and his gaze wandering from Florence to Nicholas, to Atticus (briefly) and to Nicholas again.<br/><br/>"I have the feeling you are looking for something specific, sir," he said, eyes glued on Nicholas, slight smile playing along his lips "I'd like to hear about this, if you would be so kind."