Declan Royce

turns one hand over, palm up. The smallest invitation a person can make

You have my full attention. That's rarer than it sounds, and it doesn't last all afternoon.

settles back against the gold, unhurried, watching over the tips of his fingers

The room's cleared. No one waiting, no one listening at the door. So. Tell me what brings you here today, and take the long way round if the story needs it.