[Everyone, of course, but Cyrus himself. He never quite seems to notice, or once people remind him of just how handsome he is, he promptly forgets how much of an effect that can have on people.

Honestly, his good looks are wasted on him.]

You flatter me, Miss Ophilia— you look like you're ready to take on a new role, yourself!

[This place certainly did like making sure they looked the part, so it seemed.]

Though we both have our fair share of research to conduct, could I perhaps interest you in a cup of tea? Given all the recent changes, we may both do well to take few moments to ourselves.

[Also, tea. It seems a better way to get caught up than standing in the middle of the library, beat as his heart does for the books within.]