“I suspect you have much better things to do than help me dust a mantelpiece.” Alcuin demurred with a chuckle that was just a shade too polite and leaned down to set the dust cloth down next to the dustpan on the floor for safe keeping. No one had mentioned the pack expecting any guests that day, which meant the man couldn't possibly have made any arrangements, but there was no sense in being a rude host. Especially not when the only person he could think of off the top of his head that would willingly seek out their resident thunder cloud and not the alpha herself would have to be the angel. Derek didn't appear to have very many friends otherwise.
For an angel, he looked ordinary enough, but there was something about the fineness of his features that reminded him uncomfortably of the statues dedicated to the Companions. Alcuin could only hope his intentions were so pure. If not, there was likely going to be trouble – and trouble was the very last thing he needed right now. “You must be Samandriel. Please, have a seat,” Alcuin smiled primly and gestured to the couch. “I'm sure Master Derek will not be away long and I do not mind the company.”