Having his fingers tightened on her bottom, bearing her lipstick: Grace couldn't have said that her assistant had done an exceptionally good job of restraining his unprofessional impulses. Given that she still had her knickers though, some carnal instincts had been indeed supressed as she was confident her appeal should be able arouse such sensations. Other than that, regarding the discovery of what made those loud noises in the building, it had been a fruitless investigation. As she walked out of the bedroom, and headed to the staircase, Grace called out to the reliable pursuer of her hips. "If you'd choose to stick around after this Mr Wahl," the woman looked back for a moment, "I may have more windows for you to close." She began to descend the stairs. "Or open, for that matter."<br/><br/>What the others were up to during her absence was unknown to her. Although willing to find it out, something else stole her attention. As her heels continued to click down the stairs, she witnessed the front door swing open, something she and her brother had failed to do. Unintentionally so perhaps, but the young man who entered had solved an inconvenience by merely opening the door. As she neared the front entrance, a grimace on her face expressed some kind of disgust as she spotted some weird substance along the edge of the door, probably the reason they couldn't open it in the first place. At the moment, she didn't dwell on it when a new face—a familiar one at that—in the mansion demanded her attention.<br/><br/>"Grace." The blonde corrected the young man, as her brother wasn't in the foyer, but she was. It had been a while since she last saw Ethan. Grace didn't fail to recognise him. Frankly, he didn't look any different. Just wetter than usual. And she could relate to the feel of wet silk, although in a different manner. "What a surprise." With half-closed eyes, she continued, seemingly unfazed by the temporarily fixed front door. "You're a bit late, I'm afraid." In her own way, she greeted her cousin. "If you wanted to see your uncle, that is."<br/><br/>Like usual, Rikkie seemed to be rushing about. However, that didn't stop her from welcoming the new guest. "A situation?" She repeated after the redhead. "Must be quite a trivial situation, given I haven't been informed." Being the host of this event, and a self-important woman, she expected to be notified of anything that needed to be taken care of. Rikkie, however, appeared to be in hurry to return to the parlour. To hinder that, Grace caught hold of the maid's skirt. "Have a moment, darling?" Pulling on the garment, she asked. And it was a rather meaningful "darling."