[Lorenz might be trying to brush things aside, but Wriothesley has been around Lorenz a few times now and knows better.] Sorry. I had taken the invite as a sure thing, so I didn't reply. I'll reply next time. [He is apologetic. Lorenz is the type who gets in their head and he knows that. He grabs Lorenz' hand and places a kiss on the back of their hand before letting go.

Hopefully that will assuage their anxieties a bit.]

You look good.

[He isn't bothered by the small size of the room. His was much smaller, so seeing proper floor to walk through and a mostly set-up room is different from what he had grown used to. He takes a seat at the small table, folding his hands over his lap.]

It doesn't bother me. You must know that the differences between the Rank 4 rooms to this is honestly obvious. This does fine enough. [He gestures at the other to join him of course. Let them knock knees together or what have you. Company is company.] You'll find that I am easy enough to please. What spread have you decided for us?

[A look around the room. Don't think he didn't notice the box on the desk. It sticks out well enough that he would be blind to miss it. He says nothing about it and returns his gaze to Lorenz.] And what do you have planned for us this fine evening?