*bites his tongue and merely nods, his mind already racing ahead to the enormous amount of work he's in for, between tidying current cases for transference and gearing up for Salem-Steinour* (*and yes, it's a bit warming to know that you wouldn't dump this on him if you didn't genuinely believe he's capable, but argh*)
*lets out a slow breath when you've gone* *directs a rueful glance upward (be careful what you wish for, Counsellor)*