He smiled when she entered the room, it was difficult for him not to. He loved her and enjoyed seeing her, even when his mood was foul. Perhaps especially then. She was something special, his Baba Yaga.
"Come, sit with me." He invited, scooting his body over only slightly so that if she came to be on the couch with him, she would be forced to mostly sit on him. He liked when she did. "I feel as if we must discuss something. You've already attempted to have the talk with my counterpart. I don't know exactly what was said, but I know the feelings you had when it happened. I'm having those same feelings now."