"Right, lesson plan. Certainly." Noah replied, giving an uncomfortable smile to the butler. He would have to get used to pretending to be a tutor. The atmosphere in the house was unpleasant, especially with the tutor rule. He felt sympathy for Amelia, she didn't need shame piled on top of whatever else she was dealing with.<br/><br/>He looked down at the keys in his hand, nodding to the butler. "Sure, I'll just get my suitcases, one moment." He replied, turning on his heels and heading out of the front door. He hastily hopped down the three steps, jogging over to his car and opening it up. He pulled out a big suitcase and a smaller one, locking up the doors before wheeling them back into the house.<br/><br/>"There we go." He commented, handing the keys over to the man. He waited patiently in the hallway as the butler moved his car, admiring some of the paintings that hung from the walls. They probably costed more then what he made in a year. Not that his pay was particularly bad. When the butler returned, he would follow him to Mr.Wilkinson, ready to begin his day.