'Promoting' seems like an unnecessarily official term for it, given that they never solidified anything in the first place, but he supposes it's not inaccurate. "You're perfectly capable," he reasons with a calm wave of his own cup. "You were functionally managing the Institute, and this operation is on a much smaller scale. More to the point, you've taken to it with evident enthusiasm."

The implicit point, of course, is that it would make Martin happy. Or he thinks it would. Which is a dubious (if oddly compelling) goal upon which to make business decisions, but he wouldn’t really consider it if he didn’t think it would work.

He takes a steady sip of his tea, giving that a moment to sink in. "I don't intend to foist more work upon you, but if you want the position, I don't see why you shouldn't have it.” ‘Archivist’ is all the title he needs, personally.