It should probably come as no surprise that Cayde does bother to poke about the desk and skim a few of the pages of apparently random information handwritten by one Archivist. He tilts his head and replaces said things as he works his way visually across the desk until he catches a glimpse of the man behind it. On the floor. Writing.

The eyes are a new touch. Cayde's metal brow quirks up, but his expression eases into that casual grin of his once Jon looks up from his work.

"Eh, to be fair I wasn't looking too hard for a distraction. What're you up to down there? Aside from having run out of desk space?" he asks, side-eying the pile that practically obscured the desktop from sight.