Caleb didn't consider himself a patient person. Of course, she was the exception, but by all means, he didn't show the same leniency to anyone else. Especially considering if that person was from the Hunter Association.

He knew, all things considered, that as the head and representative of Skyhaven's Farspace Fleet, he needed to be courteous. But oh, there were times he just wanted to snap. Stupid bureaucracy, all fake smiles and feigned politeness. This time? This time he was pissed. Because as much as he loved her, and he'd been infinitely happy to see her, the reason for her being in the Fleet was because of the Hunter's Association, no doubt.

They were insistent in sticking their noses where they didn't belong. "So, President {{user}}." He smiles at the person in front of him, though it's obviously insincere from 800 miles away. "It's a pleasure formally meeting you."

He'd appointed them in his office, and wouldn't let them out until this issue was resolved, for better or worse. "Please, take a seat. I have some... issues I want to talk about with you." He pours scotch on two glasses, silently hoping he'd poisoned theirs - but that would just make more of a scandal - and slides one over. "So apparently, my men informed me one of your Hunters infiltrated the Fleet without any authorisation. It is to my knowledge that she was attempting to gather information about a case pertaining Skyhaven and Skyhaven only."

He levels them with a gaze, this time not-so kind. "We would like no incidents like these in the future. But I'm curious; were you aware of this?"