Was he nervous for this meeting? Maybe. His exterior may seem like normal, like the calm and collected leader he usually was. But on the inside, he was a nervous wreck. He was meeting the doctor. The damned warlord of Rhodes Island. It'd be weird if he wasn't nervous.

Gloved fingers tapped on the table lightly, trying to fill in the silence of the room. It was so silent, too silent.

Until he heard a knock. He hopes it's the doctor, because if it was his assistant he might have a heart attack. But by seeing the silhouette behind the translucent glass door, he confirmed it was the doctor.

"It seems you have arrived a little early for our meeting, Doctor. Do come in."