Her Co-Head never once gave any indication that there was something for her to fear. If he seemed surprised to see her sitting behind her desk when he arrived, he hid it well. He did, however, spend much of the morning stealing glances at her across the room and saying nothing. It was an odd habit of his, one usually indicative of a desire of his to push aside work and partake in the pleasures of the flesh instead. When that was the case, he would occasionally allow his eyes to linger long enough that they made eye contact. A playful smirk would tell her what he wanted. But, each time she glanced up in an effort to catch his gaze that morning, he looked back down. He wouldn't make reading his thoughts easy at all.