There it was, something that sparked his curiosity, a mention at the satchel. Though his head angled toward the bag, his eyes stayed focused on her before they fell on the object that she left on his desk even as her own cloak was slipped on.
“I—…yes. Well.” Running a hand down his torso as a method of calming down, his uncovered fingers felt a stray thread and he fixated on that, twirling it around his finger and pulling till it snapped free. “Thank you, I suppose.”
The cloak was adjusted on and its hood was lifted to slip over her head. She made preparations to leave, with our without him; seems our little spirited woman had finally given up. Sometimes, it was hard to convince someone to do what you wanted them to do - unless you gave them a little incentive. That is what was in the satchel, but would he take the bait and at least peek at what she bought him?
Well she didn't necessarily buy anything - more like borrowed - permanently.
“Thank you is sufficient enough,” she looked past her shoulder at him, narrowing her gaze. Her look was not a pleasant one, but it was intended that way. Not offering him to gaze upon her any longer, she reached for the handle of the door and simply made her way out, without much of a goodbye.
Closing it shut behind her heels, Sarah stepped away from it and looked around the hall until she found a niche where the shadows clung to the walls. Her head rested on the cool surface whilst staring so hard at the door that one would think she was trying to set it ablaze.