There are few things so flattering as to have one's demesne properly appreciated, and Schön's thin lips curl in a smile as he draws Verity farther into the room, closing the door and shutting out the multiverse. He releases her by one of the chairs before the desk, where she can sink into it if need be, or turn and gain some new perspective on the gallery-in-miniature before her. He waits by the sideboard for her to come back to herself.