Persephone's smile grew as she reached the bottom of the stairs, seeing how his eyes lit up when he saw her. It seemed like he felt the same delight in her presence that she found in his. "Of course not, Dr. Witaker, you are welcome here any time." What did he mean by this visit, she wondered as she showed him to the parlor. A friendly visit was always welcome, but there was something about the tone of his voice that made her think he was slightly apprehensive of his appearance here today. She glanced over him when he wasn't looking at her and noticed he was dressed up-but for what purpose? Persephone's curiosity grew as she sat on a loveseat and gestured for him to take a seat on the sofa across from her. A small coffee table separated them and Persephone politely asked one of her servants to put on a pot of tea and fetch the delicacies that customarily went along with the drink (she always treated her servants as equals, something her parents didn't understand or approve of but Persephone thought to be of importance to human kindness).