’Mr. McLeod, Lorely is here to see you.’
The man would pause at the paper work he was writing on. His gaze wouldn’t pull from his pen as his other hand reached to press the button. Calmly he’d speak a subtle grin on his face for his amusement. ”Tell her I’ll be out in one moment. It shouldn’t be too much longer.”
Although he didn’t like being disturbed while in the mist of work, but for special regulars, he made a very small exception. With his last few pages, the demon would finish his write up and ever so graciously stuff them away back in the file they came out of. From there he would put them away into the cabinet.
Bartimaeus would grab his cane, taking himself out of his office and down the halls before he’d reached up to the front area to meet his lovely guest. He was quiet in his arrival. Slowly, he’d head towards the blonde woman as she stared outside the window at the passing by trade and shipment. What pray tell did the little siren want from him today? His gaze would move pass hers, looking out the window as well to see his part of his empire that he’d built. “I assure you, none of that is yours.”
He spoke at ease. Eventually her eyes would look to him, his grin in some amusement still. “Loreley, my dear what do I owe this surprise visit? You’re shipment isn’t in until next week.”
His hand would wave her over back to the door. “Please, right this way.”
The archdemon would be gentleman for now, opening the door for her before leading her down the halls where his office would lay, at least one of his offices of course. The tap of his cane would echo with each step until they reached his door.
Again, he’d open it for her to walk in, he no following so he could shut it. Now they were away from prying ears of others around them. “So good to see you Loreley, now have a seat. Would you like anything to drink? Water, wine, scotch, I have quite the variety. Color me curious to know what a pretty siren like you is doing with someone like me unannounced like this”
Bartimaeus took steps towards the front of his desk, so his backend would rest against it while the woman sat or stood. His hands were over one another while his cane rested in front under his palms. “What can I do for you?”