The door opens, a thick, rich mahogany and Varker is standing there with Lullabee in his arms, purring and showing off her sparkly diamond collar and waiting to be greeted.

"Ms. Undertown. This is Lullabee, please acknowledge her before you sit down or she'll cry until you leave." And he'll gesture to the large desk at the head of the room, setting Lullabee down on a level of her cat tree to sit himself down.