Artemis glanced past the soldiers at the man behind them, noticing what he was doing.

"Now, if you'll excuse me miss, I have some cleaning up to do and what looks like some business to discus, so if you would be so kind?" He ushered them all out the door and down the street before waving the man inside. Closing the door, he set about straightening the room.

"Aren't many who can do things like that," he remarked, as if he was talking about nothing more impressive than an acrobat's routine. "I assume you have a reason to want my attention then?" He finished bundling a stack of papers and paused, looking his visitor over in earnest.

"Before you ask anything, I have a question of my own." He said, eyes glinting with anticipation, "What is it you have? What can it do?"