Pharros rolled his yellow, feline eyes and give the bunny girl a good, resounding spank since she was so clearly asking for it. He does his best not to put his legs on the table, bored and annoyed, the stack of contracts and an inkwell next to him. Instead, he rust leaned back on the stool as far as he could,  an easy, arrogant pose sending a message that he is too good to be here.<br/><br/>Muttering obsinities to himself, the sorceror picked up a stone and using the "mage hand" cantrip made it float around his arm and hand, rotating slowly. With nothing better to do, he looked around, sizing up the potential (albeit unlikely) recruits.