The man looks up from a handful of messy papers, expression surprised, as if he's forgotten he's not in the privacy of his own room. His pretty blond hair falls artfully across his face as if he'd styled it specifically to do so, rather than pinned it up in a rush at the last minute. Everything about him is startlingly pretty, in fact. At least some of it must be on purpose.

"Huh? Sorry, were - were you talking to me?"