The sudden appearance of a stranger would have startled a lesser man, but not the Black King. He took it in without a word, his gaze immediately appraising his guest, and the only outward reaction was a smirk that appeared at Jamie's greeting. He'd seen more amazing things than teleportation. On a nearly daily basis when he'd led the Hellfire Club. He moved his hand from the intercom, there was no need to call his assistant obviously, and instead picked up the half-empty tumbler of scotch he'd nursed most of the afternoon.
"By all means," Shaw lifted the tumbler in mock tribute. "Make yourself comfortable." The impudent tone and familiarity with which Jamie spoke his first name irked Shaw, but he wasn't going to give the whelp the satisfaction of seeing that. It was probable that Lensherr specifically instructed the boy in ways to annoy him. It was just another small battle between the two, and Shaw wondered if the whelp across from him even understood his part. Doubtful, he decided. While his guest got comfortable, he threw back the remainder of the tumbler then set it on his desk. "I haven't had time to consider your interest in our fine organization," Shaw leaned back in his chair, his eyes locked with Jamie's. He hadn't had time to do much of anything, since Lensherr had just informed him of this man's interest in the Brotherhood.
"That's an interesting ability you have," he said after a full minute of silence. Teleporters, how he despised them, they tended to complicate things and appeared at the most inopportune times. His security likely wasn't even aware that there was a stranger on the grounds, let alone in his sanctum. Useless fools. He made a mental note to fire his security chief and find someone that could account for this type of intrusion. "I can see why," he paused a split second before adding with a barely detectable trace of sarcasm in his tone, "my Superior, was intrigued."