Griffon had been settling into his new position at the ministry rather well. He was glad he didn't have Covi's job- that would be too much to do, and way too much spotlight. He agreed with were rights, he knew that much, but he didn't want to be the one in the papers proclaiming it all the time. Griff just wasn't the sort to be in the public eye, he preferred to do things behind the scenes to make a difference. It was more his style. And that was really the only thing about being the head of a department at the ministry that wasn't any fun- he missed being out in the field. It was more fun wrangling yetis than it was wrangling rogue employees.

One definite benefit to moving back home, though, had been the abundance of pretty women in the Ministry of Magic. Strong women, who didn't mind a casual flirt now and again. Griffon enjoyed flirting, and he liked to take women out and spoil the. Unfortunately, a lot of women confused that with casual sex- which was the furthest thing from his intentions. The Welcome Witch had made that mistake, and now instead of stopping to chat with her at her desk when he came in, he gave her a simple hello and continued on his way.

His own department wasn't quite as exciting as others. The DMLE had the most attractive women. That Tamis Raynor was a real beauty- but already snatched up by an auror. Not that Griffon minded. A woman like that needed a man to cater to her neurotics. Griffon didn't cater to anyone's issues, he ignored them or made them worse. Not everyone needed to be coddled. Some people needed a good, swift kick in the arse followed by a strong reality check. Not that he thought Raynor was one of those women- but he thought she might have the propensity for it.

One of Griffon's favorite ministry employees, though, was Margo Amherst. Dragon research and restraint made him think of his own career with the yetis- and he admired anyone who would research and restrain rather than euthanize as a way of managing the problems.

This morning, Griffon had stopped on the way to work pick up half a dozen glazed donuts and some hot chocolate. He wasn't a huge fan of coffee- it was the taste more than anything. Griffon stopped by his own office long enough to drop off a couple of files he had been working on at home before heading over to Margo's desk. "Good morning, Miss Margo," he greeted, setting one of the cups on her desk, along with the box of donuts. "I thought you could use something sweet to start off the day..." He sipped his own hot chocolate, summoning a chair and parking himself next to her desk. "I opted out of the chocolate ones, I know that you like to watch that amazing figure of yours."

Margo would never be a morning person.  It was the most obvious statement anyone could make.  Like dragons, she was slow to awaken, bristly to the touch, and would not stop breathing fire until she was fed properly.  That meant more than just the banana she grabbed off the counter before hobbling to the fireplace and flooing into the ministry.  Ever since the floo backups, it was speculation as to whether or not one would ACTUALLY get to work or not, but thankfully, this morning she found herself tripping out of the black fireplaces of the ministry with the rest of the working folk, and marched through, with her badge on and everything going as normal.

She barely greeted anyone, walked through the halls, and then dropped straight into her chair, rubbing her face with her hands, she could not believe how much she honestly hated the first half of the day.  If she could start at noon and work through until like eight o’clock at night, that would be way better than waking up so early and forcing herself into a cubicle.  If she were outside again, she might not have minded so much.

Laying her forehead on the edge of her desk, Margo let out a deep sigh and willed herself to sit up and run her hands through her dark hair, still exhausted and slightly out of it.  She was only roused out of her quasi-sleeps tate when she heard a voice greeting her – a cheerful voice, far too cheerful for Margo’s liking at this time of morning, but then she smelled something delicious – somethings delicious, and her sleepy eyes opened wider and she smiled.

“My hero!” she declared, picking up the mug he deposited on her desk and lifted it under her nose, the steam tickling her upper lip and the smell teasing her senses.  And then there were donuts.  She didn’t know what to go at first- hot cocoa, donuts… both at the same time?  Margo was not afraid to eat like an abraxon in front of anyone, and she wasn’t afraid to drink like one either, truth be told, but this was just… such a good morning!  Glancing at the box, she turned her gaze into a glare at her co-worker.  “Away from chocolate?! Manley, I thought you knew me better than that!”

She scoffed and threw back the lid, laughing as she saw three very beautiful, very delicious, very tempting chocolate donuts staring at her from their nestled spots.  Like little birdies in their mommy’s nest, she would be the vulture that would pluck them out, one by one, and devour them.  Plucking the first of her victims, she took a bite, and chewed with something somewhere been the most pleased moan and guttural quench of any hungry feelings, Margo swallowed and sighed.  “Just what I needed,” she admitted out loud. 

“What’s all this buttering up for?” she smirked, “Must be bribery for something.” 

Griffon beamed at her declaration, watching as she inhaled the steam from the mug and then throwing open the box. "Aye, I do know you better than that. What's a morning without chocolate, eh?" he asked, leaning forward to pick out one of the jelly filled ones for himself. Griffon bit into it, taking half of the donut with him as he did. He waited until he had chewed and swallowed before answering her inquiry.

"Bribery? You know me better than that. I don't have to butter you up for anything, Amherst! I am your boss after all. And that means that you gotta do whatever I say," he told her with a friendly wink before devouring the last half of his donut. "Besides, if I was going to butter you up, I hope you know that I could do much better than hot chocolate and donuts. It takes more than a few sickles to win a woman over, I've discovered. Not that I mind. Money kind of piles up in your Gringott's vault when you're in Tibet and have nothing to spend it on. I suppose I could have wooed a yeti with it, but that would have been a conflict of interests, don't you think?"

He took a few sips from his mug before setting it on her desk. "I've been thinking of redecorating my office," he told her. "It's so stuffy in there. I was thinking of making it more earthy. Maybe getting some plants for it. What do you think?" Griffon asked. "I need a woman's opinion on the matter," he told her with a grin. Griffon knew that Margo was not like most women, and interior design likely was not her forte. Not that he relaly needed a woman's touch. he intended to make it like the outdoors in his office, with plants everywhere. Like he had dropped his desk in the midst of a forest. He wondered if there were any regulations against that...

No matter. He would do it anyway, and just leave it like that until someone in charge told him that he had to change it. He didn't recall their being any rules on how a person could or could not decorate their offices. "Perhaps I could get some bunnies and squirrels to drop in there, too. Maybe a few mice. Just no predators."