He came bearing a briefcase, wearing a smart tie and loaded with questions. He left with silvery, shiny answers which he stuffed in his pockets. That man is ravenous for ideas. When people feed him he is happy. His head bobs up and down excitedly. He grows flustered and agitated. His brain starts discharging static.
He met (with) four eminent scientists during his short stay and now he is sated. Now my project is set for the next few months. He feels I have been slacking off. He says I've lost some direction. Now I've been pointed in the right way.
Questions are his beautiful scenery and answers are his masterful oil paintings. He is my Phd supervisor.