With a nod of confirmation, Viatorus lightly rests a hand on her shoulder and then presses the button. In an instant they are in the apartment he uses as an office. The 'foyer' is a sitting room of luxurious couches, expensive wooden furniture, bookcases lined with thick hardback books and flowers in vases dotted around the place. Viatorus doesn't stay there long, instead heading straight through a door that leads to his main office space. Like the other room, the bookcases are full to bursting, but the chairs face his desk except for one comfortably modern seat which reclines backwards by the window.

Viatorus is already opening cupboards filled with herbs and strange objects and setting things out on the only tidy corner of his desk. "I won't be a minute. Make yourself comfortable.