Arngeirr remains silent, simply folding his huge arms over his big burly chest.  He eyes Mary warily, making sure this odd butler doesn't try anything rash.  Not that he would, would he?  His loyalties seemed to be in flux, wanting to follow everyone's orders at once.  A strange one this... perhaps an attempt to be a gentleman, but to have no will or heart of one's own?  Servitude was not the path of the gentleman; it was the path of a slave.  The huge gentleman was not sure he liked this Laplace.  But nonetheless, he would refrain from speaking or acting until it was needed, and there was no reason to doubt or suspect this man.  He may not be a true gentleman, but he was certainly polite.