The Reeve's office is filled with the soft sounds of The Rolling Stones, this evening. Dillon doesn't play the music loudly, because the door is open. A silent invitation to whomever is in the area that decides they would like a word with him.
He isn't sitting behind the large, dark-stained oak desk at the moment, but in one of a pair of squashy dark leather couches that face each other. Dillon's tastes aren't particularly refined, but they are old-fashioned sometimes. Feet clad in dress boots are propped on a black coffee table, while he leafs through a collection of periodicals. Several of such are stacked on the table by his feet, and they all appear to be from the current month. Subjects range from science and technology to the possibly more expected Popular Mechanics and Martial Arts titles. Some various firearm and law enforcement catalogs are mixed in as well.
Dillon seems to be skimming through and marking the lot of them for possible purchases or further interest; a much-used notebook sits on the cushion beside him, and all of the magazines have Post-Its sticking out everywhere. Though he is completely focused on what he is doing, he can be heard quietly humming along with the music. Even subconsciously making the words with his lips.
Though he wears no jacket, a vest takes its place. His tie is loosened, and the top button of his shirt left undone. Sleeves are rolled casually to the thick part of his forearm. To an eye who appreciates such things, he might look very suave and civilized indeed.
But the Gangrel's Beast eliminates any doubt to the nature of the predator. It is bored, and anxious. Pacing around Dillon's psyche, ever growling with all three voices, dripping strings of hot saliva that hiss on the red coals at its feet. It isn't terribly hard for Dillon to picture the thing striding in slow, deliberate circles around the perimeter of the couches.
In fact, picturing it in this way helps him separate the hellhound from his thoughts to some degree.
And most importantly, ignore it.
His hand is on the leash, but that is it.