[Bruce doesn't quite smirk, but it's a near thing.]

Excellent. I'll have the final zoning permits pulled for these, I should be able to begin construction sometime in early or mid-March.

[He rolls up the plans handily and stashes them in a tube, they join a rack of similar ones against the wall. There's absolutely no indication that Bruce is ill at ease here, or in anything save his own element. He's power and will dressed up in a sharp suit, but his smile when he turns back to Dorian is a touch apologetic.]

I hope you don't think too badly of me. I don't like discussing work at Favrielle's.