02-14-2011, 04:01 PM
Francis stepped in, placing the briefcase on the table next to the door. He didn't really take in what the Dean was saying but cast his eyes to the German fellow, who he managed to hear, is called Marcus. Francis extended his hand and smiled at Marcus.
"It's a pleasure to meet you too," Francis said politely. He noticed the tea cup sitting on the desk and he raised an eyebrow to the Dean. "Do I not get offered?"
The Dean chortled robustly before setting about to get a cup made for Francis. Francis took a seat next to the one that Marcus had just stood up from. Francis sat back casually and crossed his legs, putting his arm over the back of the chair he looked to Marcus. He surveyed him for a moment.
"You don't look old enough to be a gear master," Francis said, more to himself than to Marcus. "How old are you? Thirty?"
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