He couldn't help but frown at the papers in front of him, sighing softly as he took the dockets from his son, and began to go through them, only a moment later sighing again and pulling his spectacles from his pocket, balancing them on his nose. "But this is not my hand or yours..." Léon muttered, looking back to his own account, and then again to the dockets. "But yes, I see. It seems a strange mistake to make."
Léon pauses as his son does not respond straight away, glancing at whatever must be distracting him beyond the confines of the office. "Jacques?" He asked, raising his eyebrows, "I did not know you had more appointments today."