Is she ever anything but serious? He isn't certain, she's the one who's calling him JC instead of his full name, after all? But that is neither here nor there, he supposes. He doesn't mind it nearly so much from her as he might from someone he disliked, after all.

He glances aside at her as he opens the door to his office and gestures her inside. Deciding not to head to the desk -- unless she insists on the formality of such a meeting, but calling him JC as she does, somehow he doubts it -- but instead to the lush couch and chair he has set aside in there as well for exactly these purposes.

"She is well," he responds. "She does not work as many nights as perhaps she once did," he adds, folding himself into the corner of the sofa, before glancing up at her again and adding, "I think that has more to do with her day job being more successful than it had once been before, however." He tilts his head at her. "I can let her know you asked. I'm sure that would please her."