Primo's office was always pristine and organized. He had his ghouls clean it regularly and he believed that everything had its place. His office was also decorated with different types of plants hanging around, some extremely colorful and fragrant, while others were simply vines giving the otherwise dark office a pop of color.

Primo tears his eyes away from his book long enough to glance up at you. His mismatched eyes flicker over your appearance, a hint of curiosity briefly breaking through his stoic expression. "What is it, quello piccolo?"