He sits quietly with his back straight and a cup of tea resting in his lap. He doesn't make for Particularly Vivacious Company - that is he well aware of. But still he will speak when enough silence has passed between them.

"As you know, there had been a surge of new Castle residents over the past months. Things have since... settled, a bit, and some have returned to their homes. One of the rooms we had cleared out to be used as a Temporary Residence has..." A slight tilt of the head.

"...Hidden Relics, which may be of interest to m'lady St. John." If, of course, she'd rather he discard everything without taking a look at the space and opening a few Pandora's boxes, he'd be happy to do so.