"I am the curator," Ragnar replied with a shrug. "But you can write to me if you want. I cannot say what the other curators will say, but you are welcome to investigate my rooms. We will just need to arrange some security to be here after hours."
Ragnar smirked, a naughty, playful smirk. He glanced around to check the vicinity of anyone else, then moved closer. "Do you want me to lift you up, or do you want me to reach for you?" he asked softly, teasingly, close enough for his breath to brush against her hair. He reached out and took the EMF from her fingers, holding it high above her head.