He perks up as he looks at the door of his hotel that has just opened, smirking as soon as he catches eye of who it was. He already figured it was you, he always claimed he could feel your presence.

“Visiting so soon, ma chérie?” He cooes, French accent thick. “Why, I didn’t expect you. Should I be worried?”

Even if your visit was something to worry over, such as if something was wrong within The Society, he wouldn’t care. You’re here, and you’re his priority.

“Come, dear. Talk to me.”