At first glance, nothing in the bedroom made her suspicious of an intruder that might be wandering around. Of course, there were more rooms. Ensuring they too didn't include an uninvited guest, or just someone who liked snooping was rather Karl's responsibility. She was busy opening and closing drawers at the side of the bed when someone knocked on the door. It was either Karl, or Audrey, she figured. Looking back over her shoulder, Grace watched the door open. Thankfully, it was not moving by itself this time as she soon saw the man enter, to report to her it seemed. Frankly, Grace neither cared about open windows, nor she actually believed that might be the reason behind the banging noises in the house. It was merely a suggestion aimed to ease the tension.<br/><br/>"Of course." Her hips left the comfort of the mattress as she got to her feet, gracefully so like usual. Smoothing the hem of her dress, she faced the man. "A couple of windows wouldn't do that Karl." Given that he would have probably revealed that by now if he had something to do with the doors acting up, she didn't feel the need of questioning if it was his job. Other than that, she had no other explanation for the event if there was indeed no one slamming the doors shut. Along with the front door being stuck, it was a small mystery. She didn't like those, things she couldn't control or influence.<br/><br/>Her perfume arrived before her as Grace stood in front of the man. "I see you've got your tongue back from that cat." Her hands reached for something he had, long and wide. In a casual manner, she adjusted his necktie a little, whether it required a slight correction or not. Somewhere on the lapel, she gave him a couple of pats. "By the way," Grace continued, finally pulling her polished fingers back, "if you keep acting as though I'm just another pretty blonde in this house," this newfound privacy allowed her to share some of her personal issues, "your next job may involve wiping down every pair of shoe I have." No need to mention that someone needed to have much free time to complete such a task. Her brows briefly rose up. "Starting with these." Grace slightly bent one of her legs forward, her knee brushing against him for a moment.<br/><br/>***<br/><br/>Since no one seemed interesting in the glass of water she still held in her hand, and since she wasn't necessarily thirsty herself, Audrey opted to put it down on a nearby table. Despite the situation, she suspected Grace wouldn't be quite happy that the parlour had begun to turn into a makeshift bedroom, especially when the mansion wasn't short on bedrooms. It was hardly a small house, after all.<br/><br/>"If Justina needs to lie down a little…" Audrey began. When Justina omitted to tell her the baby's name, Audrey turned to Rikkie instead. "Maybe you can escort her to a guest room." It would also be more convenient to receive her massage there, she thought. "And I'm sure knowing that she'll be raced to the hospitable would make her more comfortable if she thinks the baby is indeed coming."