"What are your parameters?" She was busy. Work, children, work!children. "I know the process would have to be expedited, but I don't want to hoax the powers that be with a substandard effort." Sigh. "My suggestion would be that you and your son come to the manor. He could ride with my kids to school in the mornings and you could work at the library as planned. In the evenings we could study. It'd be an improvement over the three-room flat in the library's attic." She'd asked after his parameters, but in true Evangeline fashion, had laid her own on the table first. Aggressive negotiations. Or, 'surround non-threateningly'.