"A pirate? A parrot?" He replied, raising his eyebrows at her, walking across the room towards his desk, and half-dropping, half-throwing, himself into the comfortable chair behind, relaxing there and letting the tense muscles in his back and shoulders and talking a long, calming breath. "I don't think the life of a pirate queen'll suit your delicate constitution, Mary. Ann'd do better." He teases, fingers moving to scratch the dog's ears.
"I don't mind you being here, I don't. I'm just... a bit preoccupied right now. Lots to think about." He offered her a small smile, reaching forwards to open one of his desk draws and pull out a couple of glasses and a half-empty bottle of scotch. "Want to join me in a drink?" He asked, pouring himself a measure, and keeping the bottle mouth hoovering over the second glass.