[Yuan doesn't have to be a genius with people to read those reactions, no. He nods, waiting for everyone to have their things assembled, and finally, with the paperwork in hand, Yuan leads the way out.]

[He's not sure he'd want to count on the distracted receptionist not simply forgetting the filing. To that end, he stops in front of the desk, drawing himself up till he looms, and sets the sheaf of paperwork where it will be just a little bit over the receptionist's current work.]

This is the Marsyas family paperwork. I'd appreciate it if you could ensure it's filed correctly as soon as possible.

[Perhaps pointedly, Yuan shows no sign of simply leaving as soon as he's set the papers down.]