There is just the barest instant of examination in which Wysteria looks at her and seriously measures this statement. Yes, it does deserve that. The she nods, a brisk little thing, and squares her shoulders.

"Very good. Should you need anything else I am of course at your disposal, Provost."

Then, in a flurry of skirts and the excitable bouncing of the little off white dog—finally! They're off to run up and down more stairs! Or to sniff more smells! Or to bother Viktor, whose trouser hems he loves to nip at!—, Wysteria scuttles from the office.