Mikhail would finally find his matchbook, pulling one out to light up his cigarette, taking a deep drag to clear his head... it helps, if only a little. Sabrina putting on her necklace helps him calm down his wolf, settling him back in the recesses of his mind as he walks behind her. "Ah yes, if you could keep all my appointments physical, I have the book ready at your desk." Its a very short walk out from his office to hers, a decently sized room looking over a waiting area in front of his door.
Mikhail's rather constant vigilance proves itself even unconsciously. As Sabrina hides herself away, he steps a bit nearer, and in between those prying eyes, his wolf chuffing lightly in approval. "Here we are, you're allowed to decorate however you wish as long as it isn't too outlandish, we can even bring it other furniture if you prefer a different desk or chairs." Turning fully to her, he takes another drag, the sweet hit of nicotine helping dull the constant want... constant need of his wolf. "As for dress code, think of it like a standard office, dres clean and well, though we do have casual days during the full moon of each month."
