[Silco noted the play and said nothing about it. The door remained partially open, and, as far as he was concerned, that was enough. If anything, it meant that any of his employees could slip up the stairs and eavesdrop on the conversation with the cover of the door to hide them most of the way.]

Then you must have something important to discuss with me.

[And despite saying that, he continued to scribble on his ledgers, flipping through written receipts even as the boy decided to play at looming over the desk. He ignored the gesture as he settled into this potential confrontation, relaxing as he continued to work and only partially divide his attention.]

You aren't the only one investigating the Council or their methods. [So many little detectives...] I'll answer the questions if I can. Would you care to sit and have a drink for this? Or does looming over my work station suit you better?