Adrien bowed his head and thanked him, then carefully seated himself. He was very glad to have finally reached his destination, but other things were about to start now. The sorcerer sat in another armchair, directly facing him, with a table between them; he crossed his legs and dropped his forearms on the armrests, which made Adrien take note of the fact that his hands were covered by elegant black gloves.

"Feel free to sit as comfortably as you wish", Valerion added. Adrien immediately tried to lean back in response; the armchair was really very comfortable, but he was feeling too anxious to relax. Nevertheless, he tried his best to look calm; he took a deep breath, focused on the warmth of the fireplace, and smiled.

"Good", Valerion said, smiling in his turn. "Here we are. First and foremost, welcome. I am so very glad to meet you. I am sure you are awfully tired and hungry, so - what would you like for dinner?".

"I'm... not sure", Adrien mumbled. "I could eat about anything, I think".

"Of course, of course. Let's see, would you like... what about... frittata? Asparagus, maybe?".

"Yes, that would be great - but -- oh -- maybe not asparagus, but --".

"Artichoke?".

"That would be good".