((My apologies for taking so long to finally reply. Life's been rough.))<br/><br/>Milo now wore the expressionless face that he always had when his parents were around. His father asked him a few questions about school, and Milo answered automatically, most of his mind elsewhere. He saw that Demi  wore a slight smile and it eased his restless thoughts only a little. He had never really noticed the housekeeper before, to him anyone that ever worked for the family was always very distant. They were only employees and he figured that he should not interfere with their work, but Demi was different. He now saw that she wasn't merely a face around the house, she had a personality.<br/><br/>After dinner, his father went to his study and his mother retired to her bedroom, leaving Milo to himself for the remained of the night. After his parents were out of sight, he picked up the dirty dishes from the table and brought them into the kitchen. (Had he been caught by his parents he would receive a strict reprimand about his place in the household and the place of the housekeeper.) He set the dishes beside the sink, "I figured you might need a bit of help. It looked like you had a hard day already with Mother to yell at you about dusting the bookshelves."