It was an elegant place, he'd recognize that much. He did even have to don his best suit, lest the Hierarch be embarrassed in front of his customers and employees by that strange and gruff customer that seemingly was more than a mere acquaintance.
The Moros had a lot of... stuff, the Guardian thought. Now he just had to wonder about how stocked the Athenaum was.
He plays with the bottle of 2011 Chianti in his hands; he rarely ever drank anymore, but now was an occasion to splurge. Besides, between one talk and another, they had to pass time until the Acanthus girl and then Cosmo arrived.
"Hmm", he says aloud as he studies a late 17th century map of Europe, waiting until the Hierarch has dealt with his last customer and has sent his employees for lunch, "very good stuff", he nods appreciatively.