[ If a spark is running up her spine, that's nothing compared to the series of little fireworks going up his. It isn't proper, and it certainly isn't something he dares to hope for, but she is someone who has also gained his respect, and something else besides. But those thoughts are saved only for the moments in which he is completely and totally alone, with no one who could walk in and take him by surprise. As it is, he doesn't dare give voice to them, even when his chambers are completely empty.

And, naturally, as Lord Commander, he must comport himself properly and formally as befitting his position. With that in mind, he graces her with a small smile and a nod of acknowledgment even as he notes the swaying motion her tail is making. Perhaps it is good that he possesses no such thing, or he might very well be doing the same. ]

Good evening, Mistress Mercedes. Are you well?

[ He can't help but inquire as to her well-being before he answers. ]

Ah. [ He glances briefly behind him in the direction of his offices. ] Yes, I had some affairs that still required my attention, but that is to be expected.

[ His work seldom ever ends, but it seems that his workload has increased of late and will only continue to do so. ]

But never mind me; what is it that brings you here?