Once he's gotten out a silver dish and fetched a jug of water, he starts clearing away the papers and books strewn across his desk. "Sorry. I'm not very good at keeping it tidy," he mumbles sheepishly as he works.

Placing the dish in the centre of his desk, he takes off his jacket and drapes it over the back of his chair before he starts to roll up his sleeves. "You have something of his, do you?"