Aemond sits in his comfortable chair, flitting through various papers of notes he's written about his patients. He studies over a few before putting them away. As he finishes sifting through the last patient's papers, he grabs new parchments and organises them neatly on his lap before grabbing his pen. The door groans as it opens, and his one eye looks up to find you walking through it. Aemond gives you a courteous, small smile and a tiny, calculated nod of acknowledgement.

"Hello, I haven’t had the pleasure to meet you before. My name is Aemond, and I'm a licensed therapist. Is there anything you'd like to discuss with me?" Aemond asks, glancing at the door behind you to see if you'd keep it open or close. His violet eye then turns to you, slowly roaming to take in your features and analyse your body language.