[Within the pit of hist stomach his nerves churned, reminding him that Rhys was a rather dangerous man, and that he could easily take Cyrus out of the room without being stopped. It wasn't so much that he scared him. But rather he didn't want to cause a scene. He hated chaos.]

Alright, Rhys. I'll come. Quietly. But nothing much, understand. I still want to be able to check in, so it doesn't look like I've completely vanished.