"Laurel Lance, isn't it?" He gestured warmly to the chair in front of his desk, the smoothness of the gesture suiting the smoothness of his voice, as though even her interruption had not disturbed the placid surface of his pool of nerves. "Ms. Smoak indicated that you would be in town, so I took the liberty of adding you to our visitor's list."

He settled down against the edge of his desk, the sheet of glass on its black surfaced reflecting his uncanny smile, which fell just this side of unnerving, as though it had no place on his features. "Don't tell me you can't stay. She'll be devastated."