Theo stood in place as the servants began to set the table, his permanent scowl seemed somewhat lacking today. The night before he had helped himself to a drink, forgetting that he was also a former lightweight.  The master and his daughter were to enter in precisely three minutes, and they were never late.<br/><br/>As predicted the master sat down, his plump frame and full mustache was his signature look. He sported a rather grumpy demeanor.<br/><br/>"Azriel-" he huffed, his mustache dancing on his lips. "Pour me a cup of tea please."<br/><br/>Azriel retrieved the teapot from the cart and walked over to the end of the table, slowly pouring his tea without trouble.<br/><br/>"Thank you, Azriel."