An Amicable Meeting

[Reeves]

He smirked and mildly raised an eyebrow at the latter half of her final statement. "Confusion - why?" Something about the assertion puzzled him, like he couldn't possibly believe his opinion on the subject of the person just across from him might not be the norm.

"Regardless, I called you here because I wanted to. You can deduce from that whatever you'd like." It was a way of telling her that she was both right and wrong at the same time, as boggling as that may have seemed for the mind. His refusal to provide certainty was by now a consistent trend. Though his posture was more forthcoming, apparently comfortable and in control of the situation. Absolutely nothing that betrayed any sense of insecurity.

After a lengthy gulp from his frosty glass, he set it down on the table and glanced out the nearest window. No doubt wondering what was due for him back "home" in terms of workload and politics. Both of which he likely had plenty to deal with.