( The figure approaching down the hall does appear like he has direction, and he's close enough that Sunday also begins walking his way until they're in front of one another. First impressions are important and Sunday offers a small bow of his chin to mirror his politeness, leaving his hand rested at the small of his back. Assuming the man has been here far longer, Sunday has to judge the lack of togetherness of his outfit. The unbuttoned dress shirt, his loose tie, the lazy effort he brings for this. Sure reminds him of some hound he once knew. Hopefully, this one isn't a liar of sorts. )

Mr. Wriothesley, it's a pleasure to meet you in person, and fret not, I wasn't waiting too long. I'm honored you decided to come down here to pick me up. The higher floors do get nicer after all and the staff around here isn't so great. Hopefully nobody gave you any trouble, hah.

( His gaze flickers towards his scars, it's hard not to when they draw so much attention away from his face. )

I'm excited for today - I haven't had quality tea since arriving at this pretty cage. ( As Wriothesley put it. )