"I'm curious as to which was more heavily weighed," he chuckled, letting her make herself comfortable as he moved to acquire their drinks.As he went about it, he kept an ear on what she was saying. It wasn't often that he worked on something such as this with another individual, particularly one outside of the business. Given that it was Roslyn, he didn't really think there was much of a flight risk.
Returning to the living room where she'd taken a seat, Adrian had his hands full with two steaming mugs of tea. "I'm of the mind that creepy doesn't quite live up to the reputation of the item, but it's certainly a good start," he responded, setting both cups onto the table before them. "Chamomile with a drop of honey." He fully expected a certain kind of look at that revelation, so he wasn't surprised when he received it. Shrugging, he explained with, "it was the only thing I seemed to have this morning that didn't have a repulsive scent." As fun as drinking could often be, it did have it's consequences.
"Granted, for as disturbing as it is, I can see the attraction. Why settle for the the key to the penthouse when you can have whatever city you'd like?" It was safe to say that Adrian had no intention of touching said hand, but he could appreciate it for what it was. "Open any door you come across? Make my job a little easier."