"Mr. Cavanaugh," James returned the greeting with a polite nod of his head in acknowledgement. With only a cursory glance around the room, James took one of the seats and shook his head at the offer of something to drink.
"No, thank you." James crossed one leg over the other at the knee, relaxing back into the chair and letting his hands fall to the armrests. He looked across at Mr. Cavanaugh, his expression expectant. "How can I help you?"