He caught the expression but kept his a carefully neutral smile. He may not have been thrilled with the place but as of late, the adjustment had been easier with the flow of challenging cases coming his way. Maybe it was trust kicking in. "It's like a small town to Wolfram and Hart's big city," he replied, shrugging as he let the door close.
"Maybe you just need enough alcohol." That seemed the solution when it came to the supernatural, just more of it, but Eve was a whole new breed that he hadn't quite figured out. Still. "It's a placebo effect. Maybe you can't get drunk but going through the motions helps." As the doors slid open, he stepped out, heading down to the end of the hall.
Pushing open the door, he held it until Eve was in and then closed it behind her. "Help yourself. It's on the desk," he said as he sunk back down in his chair.