He regarded her for a while. She was certainly more subdued than their last encounter, though he wasn't sure what to make of it. Was she trying to be professional? Was she secretly seething? Remorseful? He was usually able to tell, but there was something...intangible about Lily. Something where he could never quite predict her next move. Maybe it was just that she was new, and he hadn't learned her tics yet, but he thought there was something deeper going on - like the way she held her hand, as if it were missing something.
He sat up, and decided that more than anything, he had work to do. He began transcribing ideas he had written on a cocktail napkin the night before to a clean sheet of paper. He didn't look at her as he said, "You needed a job. I gave you one,"
After a moment of scribbling, he took the bottle from the desk and poured himself another drink. He was certainly keeping those folks at Crown Royal employed.