You carefully shuffled across his office, treading lightly. It had only taken you a single glance at his expression to tell that he had hit a wall with his work. Delicately, you placed his coffee mug beside him, making to leave before a cold, clawed hand caught you wrist and gently tugged you back. His face seemed to brighten and he patted his lap, pushing his chair back from his desk.

“Stay, my dear. I could use your specialist input on this case, I think. Or at least some company.”