The sound of his wife's voice brought Zephyrus back to the present setting and situation.
Water dripped off his face as he looked into the mirror, not at all looking how one should when they've done the best they could to leave their business outside the house before coming. But then again, that's how the Greeks did it - there was no other way.
"What're you doing?"
Zephyrus leaned against the wall closest to Iris' desk, arms across his chest as he made out the names and numbers on the papers. Some looked familiar while the others made the corners of his mouth twitch into a scowl.