"Herr Lord Baelish," he said, nodding his head in acknowledgment. "Not at all. I did invite you here, after all." He picked a fleck of dust off of one sleeve, and gestured for the man to sit. "Please, make yourself comfortable. I'm sorry for the lack of luxury, but it is a working lab." He pulled up a chair and settled at the table, elegantly crossing one leg over the other.
He was obviously young, in his early twenties, but he held himself with authority.