His eyes lost in the words of the tiny grey book, William was waiting. He had seen them exit the elevator to get to the interrogation room just as he exited it after cleaning up down there. They did have cleaning personel, but Perses deemed it only fair he would undo the mess he may or may not create, whether it be fluids of any kind or just some untidy tools. He had asked Agent Moros whether she had seen them check out the Lounge Area yet, which she hadn’t, so it was really just a matter of time - and Perses had the calm of endless time. Plus, ‘Aesthetic Education of Man’ was a fascinating read - as had been the stories William had been able to gather about them.

Agent Siren. Interrogation techniques. 7 months in.

Only a matter of time. 

When he heard the lift’s doors open, listened, and when the steps sounded approximately right for their weight and choice of foot wear, he turned his head and gestured on the red chair right next to his, slipping his finger between the pages of his book to close it - but not lose the page he was just reading. “So, how does it look down there? I’ve heard it’s supposed to be an upgrade.”, Perses casually started the conversation, leaning back to be more comfortable in the low chair.