Slowly, the grandmaster rises to his feet, moving with just a hint of stiffness; while he was known to be a formidable fighter, he was, after all, getting along in years.  He gives Elaine a firm nod.  "Straight and to the point, eh?  Good, good."  His voice is deep and clear.<br/><br/>Still slowly, he walks around the desk, his grey eyes narrowing as her examines Elaine, their gaze sharp.  There is nothing lascivious in his manor as his gaze travels over her body; rather, he seems to be evaluating her.  With that same slow pace, he circles around her, his booted heels clicking on the floor.  Fabre remains standing, his expression neutral.<br/><br/>Finally, Gilles reaches the other side of the desk, and, with a precise twist turns to face her.  "Tell me.  What do the Musketeers mean to you?  Why do you wish to join us?"