Closing the magazine, Mitchell took it in one hand and his coffee in the other and moved over to Percy's table, brown eyes scanning the other items on it, "Are you studying law?" He asked, glancing up at the redhead as he leaned back in the chair, long legs stretched out in front of him. "No offense to you, but I hope I never need another lawyer again." During the last year or so, Mitchell had seen his lawyer one too many times for his liking.