"Rael," he repeats back, then turns his attention to the missive in Rael's hands, "Thank you for bringing it to me, then." There's no hesitation in the way he reaches for it, but there's also no particular panic or hurry. If it were not urgent, Rael would not be here but if there were not time enough for him to read the note it would not be delivered as a note, either.

He sets his cup aside with an almost practiced air as he does-- whatever else he is or is not, he is a man used to having to set aside whatever he's doing in precisely this way.