[ Littlefinger is many things, but stupid is not one of them. He realizes the best option, the safest option is to listen to what Pan has to say. It's with a bit of stiff reluctance that he settles into the seat -- uncomfortably tense and regarding the magic user with caution. ]

I would offer you some wine, but I fear you are too young to indulge in such things.

[ All he has is his sharp tongue and the fingers of his free hand dig into the arm of the chair. ]

So what is it you wished to talk about? [ Either Pan has an agenda or Dooku sent him here. ]