Lily smiled at Jameson as Fleur returned with the mint tea/cookies. He went into the hall once more, only to return with a wooden chair. "Sir, if you'll sit please." He set the chair at the table, bowed to those present and promptly left. Lily heard a soft wshhing noise but chose to ignore it.

"please, sit." She turned to a white china cabinet, opening a drawer. Quietly, she sifted through it.

Logan gazed at Jameson's hair, momentarily besotted with its sine. It reminded her of an onyx gem in its darkness. So silky it it appeared, her fingers itched to touch it.
Once Jameson was seated, Lily set an official looking piece of paper before him. It was a letter stating she had full authority to question whom she needed to, procure items and request assistance from persons in order to help complete her missions. It was signed by His Majesty and B.U.R seals and all.

Lily gave him a moment to read it then swiftly -swifter than human speed- tucked it away somewhere on her person. "Now that you've seen we're not plotters or the like won't you he-"

"have cake with us?" Logan shot her cousin a look telling her to give him time to absorb the information. Standing, she walked past Jameson on her way to the serving tray. Carefully, she brushed the hair at his nape with her fingers as she passed. Then, once her treats were obtained she brushed his hair again before settling onto the couch.

His hair was silkier than she thought! She liked the feel it left on her fingers. She wondered if she could get away with touching it again.