"Brilliant," he said as he turned on a heel and made his way to the mahogany desk. Why they were in the third drawer down was beyond him. Had he put them there? Had she put them there? He shook his head, not much caring as he took out a few and moved over to the table to put them into a small stone bowl. He then took a stone pestle and started to grind the teeth.
"Yes," he said answering her question of whether or not he was interrupting her. "Well. What is it?" She'd sat down and had a paper in her hand. Obviously it was something of note or she wouldn't have made such a fuss.