"Have you seen Claire?"

Oliver finally looked up from his paperwork, having ignored the knock on the door, the opening of said door approximately half a second later, and the intrusion of the another person into his small office. It was foolish to hope that Myrnin might leave without speaking. That was even less likely than the sun spontaneously imploding, not that he would complain if it did, because vampire.

Oliver sighed. "No. Why?"

Myrnjn shrugged gracelessly, the movement somewhat impeded by the way he was leaning against the doorframe. He just looked as though he was rubbing himself on it, like a cat trying to leave its scent behind. Oliver wasn't entirely sure that wasn't what was going on.

"She did not come to the lab today. I thought she might have stopped to buy coffee." He executed the weird shrug-rub movement again, and Oliver's eyes narrowed.

"What are you doing?" He said sharply.

Myrnin did shrug this time.

"I itch," He rolled his eyes as he spoke as if it were obvious, but there was a challenging tone to his voice that Oliver didn't miss, and it confused him. Had Myrnin come all this way just to pick a fight? He shrugged mentally, and picked up his pen again.

"Go and itch somewhere else."

Abruptly, Myrnin stopped rubbing himself against the door frame, standing straight and glaring at him.

"Fine."

Before Oliver could do more than raise a bemused eyebrow, Myrnin was gone, flashing at vampire-speed through the packed coffee shop. Oliver spent almost ten whole seconds feeling equally bemused and irritated before chalking Myrnin's behaviour up to the man being insane, and went back to his accounts.