As the chair creaked beneath his wave as he leaned back in the leather chair, his left hand slowly craned up to his lips, lighting a cigar that rested between his parted lips, feeling the flame flicker and illuminate his face in the dim and dark office, the warmth of the flame burning bright against his face. The night in Zaun was quiet for once. The only sound being his soft breathing, and the creaks of his chair.

Slowly bringing his lighter down, he rested it along his cluttered desk, his darkened gaze trailing up to the rafters of his office, seeing the familiar, dim glow of those pink eyes..

With a drawn-out sigh, the smoke left his lips, obscuring his face in a air of mystery and tension. "It's late, Child. You should be asleep by now." He sighed out thickly, his eyebrow slightly raising.