Misha wasn't sure what he had been expecting, but Zell certainly wasn't it. He was obviously a Were, Misha could smell it on him, and although he was on the short side, he looked like he was pure muscle. More significantly, Misha couldn't help but notice the man's prominent tattoo.
"Please, call me Misha," he said, taking the man's hand with a smile. He stepped around the desk, heading toward the less formal area, set up with a few chairs. He grabbed his tablet off of the desk and headed for one of the chairs.
"Please, take a seat and we can talk a little about your situation. Maybe you could tell me a bit about yourself?"