Her smile diminished by only a fraction as he turned away from her, leaving the entryway free for her to pass through. "You used to be such fun, Kennet," she sighed, and closed the door soundlessly behind her, foregoing his offer to help herself to the bar and following him instead over to the booth table. She draped herself over the back of his perch, resting her chin against his shoulder and peering over him to examine the papers strewn across the table. A soft huff of breath against the side of his neck betrayed her mild annoyance.
"Kennet, we both know you have nothing but time. And I must admit I'm a bit insulted that you'd rather do... whatever this is than talk with me for a few moments." She waved her fingers and a few of the papers skittered from the top of the pile before slowly spiralling down to the floor, unharmed but just slightly out of arm's reach of him.