[Look! He hasn't played the political theater all these years for nothing. He knows how to play the kind and benevolent face when needed and what not.]

I knew I could trust in you, Charles. You are my most trusted ally here. [That statement, at least, was close to truth. There were only so many people that Richard could place his trust in. And Charles definitely was up in the ranks in that regard.

But with that he gestures the youth to follow him. Richard leads them both to small office located behind the reception. The office is still rather bare bones, with only minimal amount of furniture. There's a bookshelf placed against the wall, containing folders and books along with bottle of whiskey and wine. It seems that the whiskey has been at least been popular, seeing that it's half empty. Other than that there's one grand desk with some papers on it right in middle of the room, with couple of chairs around it.

Of course, there's a big, fluffy cushion placed on the floor right next to the radiator. For Whitey.]

It is not much, but I am hoping to expand it eventually. I would offer you drink but if my memory serves correct your condition prevents you from indulging in such pleasures.