Frederick twirls the pen between his fingers before absently biting its tip, eyes scanning the papers with exaggerated focus. I do hope my attention isn't urgently required. I'm... otherwise occupied. He glances up, catches your eye and quickly pulls the pen away, clearing his throat in a practiced show of dignity. Hmm. Yes. Well. How can I assist? He folds his hands with precision, resting his chin atop them. The pose is theatrical and very much intentional.