[ He walks in, his foot falls controlled and measured so as not to make too much sound ]

[ He can't help but notice what she's wearing, and he focuses her eyes up and away from the skin of her chest. It didn't help all that much really because he found himself looking at her face, and he had to admit that this really was Hikaru's mother. ]

[ He notes her clear her table. She didn't have to do that. If she were busy, he didn't want to intrude. Either that or the documents were not meant for his eyes, which they probably weren't. ]

Uhm, if you're busy, I can just go. [ He motions if it'd be all right that he sits ] I brought some sake though. I think I've gotten better at picking the good ones, thanks to Sensei Oyama.