Tristan held the pose, but couldn't help a chuckle. "A very dramatic doctor that would be, if you ask me. But very well, if it impresses you, it should impress my dear mother." He relaxed the pose and stood up and leaned his hip against the desk. "How about the room itself?" He had ordered it, put all the books back on the shelves or in the 'safe space' behind the door, and had had Pippa clean it for the first time. "Some books on the desk? Or keep it like this?"