For all Vytheril's intents and purposes in his mind, he answered to just about any authority figure within the castle that needed tending to through him organizing a cleaning formation, bath troth's etc, Carmilla was sort of a de-facto boss to him. He sensed that his presence was still requested from her comments earlier and the way she'd beckoned him to her side earlier, leading for him to calmly pace whenever she moved.<br/><br/>When the Queen had requested for her to lend her ear in a private chatter, he opted to acquire a nominal gap between the two as he followed behind out of ear range, but still within sight. His hands clamped behind his lower back as he delved deep into thought, pondering of all what she'd mentioned before earlier. He had reservations whether or not he'd be able to go through with this absolutely gorgeous woman and commit a sense of infidelity. He then tried to down play it in his mind that it wouldn't be considering his situation was, and he was expected to provide services of any kind, as long as they didn't go against his own convictions. And sleeping with a woman, albeit a drop dead gorgeous one wasn't one of them.<br/><br/>His stoic expression contorted as his blue eyes turned to select a wall nearby the Queen's door. He dared not to enter without her permission, highly even doubting such one would be granted. He oriented himself to the masonry with his arms folding against his chest, watching as the pair started to enter the room.