He'd moved the desk several times already, and he still couldn't find a spot for it. Caractacus threw his hands up and decided that he would sort the dastardly piece of furniture out at a later date, as he was distracted by a knock on the door. Moving to the door, he opened it and smiled broadly at seeing Ms. Prince.
"Ah, hello, Ms. Prince. I am well. How are you faring? You look lovely today." Words that would have made him blush had they been anything other than a customary notice of a woman's changing appearance.