Shortly after he takes his seat, there is another sound in the room with him; a gentle clinking of metal against china. And that's not all, as looking for the source of the sound will revel it's coming from the doctor himself as he stirs a cup of tea. The man stands at the windows, looking out over whatever view such an unlikely placement affords him.

Moments later, he looks over his shoulder and casually crosses the room towards his desk and new patient.

"Welcome! Welcome, Mr. Durant. How good of you to come." Once the teacup and saucer is set down on the desk, he offers the boy a handshake. The man speaks with a distinct northern european accent. "What may I do for you this fine day, young sir?"