Engel was in a bright mood reading his disgusting stories. She was perfectly gathered, despite having become the threat that she'd always been. He enjoyed his new, pet ice-dragon and thought she'd come a long way. Not even a glare when he sent her for breakfast. He remained undressed as he went through the pages, having forgotten the vain glasses on the bed. Engel Geslack was a lot of surface. Now and then he would look over his sun-sliced legs and see the dark stains on the satin and smile quaintly.<br/><br/>Theodor Temlin was born low. A chance to work in the Geslack house had been his first real break, career-wise. The masters were known to be generous, and there was a shorter waiting list for care. There were staff members who'd been cured of great ailments because they'd caught their employers at an opportune time. It was about time he got married according to the timeline of his family, and he was feeling a bit lost, emotionally. Watching the dalliances of the house king, the middle child but obviously the ruler, had Theo aching for some adventure too.<br/><br/>He'd fallen in love with Lyra yesterday, when he'd served Loell his water, and taken some chores close to Engel's chambers to see if he could catch a glimpse of her again. He had been aghast at what he'd heard. Her sweet begging voice and the very audible claps. He had also hated himself for what he did about that memory when he came back to his little private room, afforded all the regular staff - the Geslack house was large. For that reason he'd been a little red when he saw her in the kitchen, and only stole pictures of her in his memory for later when she wasn't looking directly at him. He hoped he wouldn't do with these memories what he'd done with the broken song of her begging, yesterday.<br/><br/>"I... I'm Theo." was all he could manage when she first spoke to him, but then straightened his back and wiped his hands on his apron. "It is here." he said, still awkward as he pulled her along toward a hidden corner, where some of the pastry was left to chill. "M-ms. Bremmington. I... I sympathize with you. I--" he looked away, green eyes finding comfort in the glazing of a strawberry treat to the side. "eum, know what you've been through." What a horrible thing to confess. But he needed to be brave now, when he hadn't been yesterday. "Please. It's not right that a woman like you should suffer so." He shook his head at the atrocities that nonetheless had left a stale handkerchief under his bed. "The breakfast I made an isle over, and Engel likes slices of uncooked beef in the morning and his tea cold, but I wanted to tell you have a friend here." He tried to put his steady gaze on her, his youthful face telling of his naivety and the slight color on his cheek giving her the entire story of his heart even if he didn't know it himself. He was ready to be used, and for the adventure of his life. "H-how may I help you?"