Jude felt very good in this room. On the wall, he had a picture of his summer home - this being the home he used for the working season, preferring to be in the thick of what his politics created - and the image was enough to remind him of his wealth. On another wall, was a framed document that traced his lineage, with miniatures of all of his family, grinning and shifting their chins to catch the light, there to remind him of his power. The bookshelves full of encyclopedias, impressive-looking tomes, and rare works of the highest caliber reminded him of his taste. And, of course, the ornate mirror reminded him that he was one good looking son of a gun.
He thought Cerelia complimented the room fairly well, too, sitting in all of her class and designated authority. He wondered how often he would need to be in contact with those seeking his help, and how often Adolphus would have to bow out and send his daughter in his stead. That in itself was enough temptation. Jude did not often do things that could risk his job, he loved it so, but he did not mind when women, money, and power were involved, and it seemed he had something to gain in all aspects. Besides, he had done worse before, and talked his way out of it. The system was supposed to fight corruption, but he had adjusted parts of that system in the past few years.
"It is exceedingly simple to get into the Department of Mysteries if you know the right people, and you seem to know the right person." He grinned at her roguishly, always happy to deliver himself a compliment. "I think the whole ordeal is all in order. Will I be working on my own, or will I be given an assistant?"