She snorted and glanced at him. "I imagine it runs in the blood," she said dryly but with a little smirk of amusement. "Literally."

Piper looked around the office and hummed to herself as she reached out with her senses to see if he had anything warded. If it was her, she'd have found someone to ward her belongings (and did back at the hotel). After a moment of sensing nothing to the case, she stepped in closer to the large desk. "Do you think he has a safe," she questioned, glancing over at him even as she pulled out a drawer to rifle through the contents. He seemed arrogant enough that perhaps he would keep a grimoire out on his desk or Gods help her, on a bookshelf but it didn't hurt to ask all the same.