[ The hours leading up to the meet are probably the worst. Every little thing seems to be a Clue, something that's going to get him caught and never mind that hes' not the one doing anything, really. Letting some guy in, it's not like nobody else has ever had a late night visitor at the office but it would have been nice if it wasn't for such a shitty reason.

So when the door finally opens he can't help startling, or the surprised noise that bursts out of him even if he tries to cover it. The guy's a hell of a lot younger than he was expecting, and for a moment he just stares, trying to reconcile, before mentally kicking himself into answering. ]

You don't have a dragon tattoo anywhere, do you? Because you've got a whole...thing. Anyway. Not important. I'm not ready, but you're here, so do your thing. How the hell did you get in?