“I suppose this is a different sort of dinner negotiation,” Reeve chuckles to himself. “Please sit.”

He has finally found his appetite again. And that is a relief. With his attention on his food this is easier.

“It might take me time to figure out what I would need, Rufus. This would not be a relationship such as I am used to. I can’t insist on dinners out and the like. Or to see you as often as I would normally look for. It may be that I would have to bring issues up as I come to them.”

What he does know is that business will have to be kept separate.