Though on a better day, Baron would find the antics that so quickly surrounded him amusing, today was not one such day. Between a pain surfacing behind his eyes and the very swiftly worsening weather (which he still found to be far too mundane of a topic on which to focus), he was quite frankly pissed, for lack of better wording. While teetering on the edge of snapping and putting the children in their place, Baron found some far off reserve of self control, and gripped tightly to it, his good hand mimicking the motion as it clenched tight, knuckles turning white. [i][color=9966CC]"Oh how satisfying, to dispose of these trifling whelps."[/color][/i] He thought to himself, his face betraying no emotion but a polite smile. 

Watching Max's struggle to get out with amusement, Baron found himself glad he hadn't strayed too deep into conversation before it had been too late. On the outer fringe of the meeting that filled the kitchenette so quickly like tumors in a cancer patient, Baron took a few careful steps backwards, cane moving in tandem with his feet. He nodded to Max as he made his exit, a move likely to be followed soon by Baron. 

Between Atlas' utter lack of social skills, the new arrival ([i][color=9966CC]"Kale was it? Like the vegetable?"[/color][/i]) being a pain in the ass, Jaklo sporting an attitude of arrogance, and Drake doing... whatever it was he was doing, Baron thought he would find far better company in his books, and rightly so. Still, he stayed firm, body language not betraying any of these thoughts. He looked down at the doughnut in his hand, unfortunately a bit unrecognizable under his iron clad grip. He cocked his head to the side, frowning at the loss of the baked good. That was to be his breakfast, and he certainly wasn't about to go back in the cluster fuck for another. 

As Baron turned to make his exit, he noticed Glory Grey, and felt a twinge of guilt for having missed her entrance earlier. He smiled at his discovery, nonetheless, and turned to address her. [color=9966CC]"Bonjour, madame. Divine to see you."[/color] He couldn't remember the last time the two had actually conversed -likely because he had been rather engrossed in his studies for the last heaven knows how long. He reached out and embraced her in traditional French sense, kissing the air to either side of her face. Admittedly, as one who lived in France many years ago, even Baron knew this wasn't real tradition, only a bastardization of real tradition. Right? He was almost certain, but he had missed quite a bit during his many magical hibernations.  

[color=9966CC]"Ah, muffins? They smell divine, cher ami, merci."[/color] He said with a wide grin, grabbing one in the same motion as he tossed the mangled mass of doughnut he held into the trash. He waved the baked good beneath his nose for a moment, savoring the smell as he stepped carefully around Glory Grey with a wink. As he moved, he made a beeline to his own desk, where he resumed his previous position almost to the t -leaning back in his chair as tentacles sprouted from his back to help him sort through his books. Hardly posturing or display of power, this was simply where he felt most comfortable. Anyone who had been at the office at the same time as Baron knew it was far more normal to see him with tentacles waving around than not, hopefully something they could accept. 

As he finished his muffin, licking the crumbs from his fingers, Baron was interrupted from his book by Jaklo's announcement. [color=9966CC][i]"Meeting in 5? And here I was hoping I could have a moment to read."[/i][/color] He pouted mentally, as he struggled up from his chair. A tentacle tossed his book onto the desk lazily as he moved, but a thud caught his attention. The arc of the book sent it at a rose on his desk in a small vase, which he just barely caught as he desperately lunged with a tentacle. He grimaced slightly as he replaced the flower in it's position, and more carefully put the book down. A copy of the Tanakh, which he lined up quite purposefully parallel to the edge of his desk. He gave the book a quick pat to assure it's safety, before leaving his desk to walk to Seph's office. His exit was punctuated by a petal falling from his rose to the floor, lightly drifting through motes of dust. 

Baron entered Seph's office with the telltale [i]click, clack, click, clack[/i] of his cane that so commonly went hand in hand with his gait. He almost limped as he moved to take a seat, eyes straying across the room. He took a seat two to the right of Max, giving the man a warm nod as he sat down rather heavily in the chair. Baron sat surprisingly tall considering how he had just limped in, and looked briefly around the room before looking down again to a book, this one a leather bound journal detailing his case notes. Baron smiled at Lenya's comment, but otherwise didn't speak up as he awaited a briefing.