[Once the handshake is finished, Crane brings his hands across his stomach. Fingers lace and interweave, offering him an excuse not to shake hands at all. One might think him nervous of the man who has crossed his doorstep. One might believe he feels intimidated by his wealth and power. Truth is, he feels comfortable with distance between himself and his patients, for reasons other than professionalism.

His own expression is fluid: an acknowledgement lacking the warmth and grace of a smile. He is here to guide and advise. Showing a casual smile would be inappropriate.]

Not at all. I understand the need for discretion.

[In fact, he prefers secrecy, for his personal affairs as well as his private ones. The less people know about you, the less they can control you. Which begs the question, one he considers as he walks around his desk and rests a hand on his chair, how well do the media know Bruce Wayne, really?

He gestures towards the chair opposite. Though, there are a few more for Bruce to choose from, all in different positions.]

I can imagine it's refreshing to meet someone who isn't afraid of giving you an honest opinion.