Noah looked the butler up and down. He shouldn't be surprised really, a house this size would obviously have a butler. Oh, how the other half live.<br/><br/>He furrowed his dark brows at the mans term.<span style="font-style: italic">"Tutor."</span>Noah had always hated the stigma around therapy. It was okay to have a therapist, there was nothing scandalous about it. Still, he played along, knowing that if he started defying his employers request he wouldn't be around for long. There were some of his own rules that he wouldn't break though, he hoped his employer would understand how he preferred to work.<br/><br/>"Yes, that's me. Dr. Thomas." He introduced himself, extending his hand to shake the butlers.<br/><br/>The man took a couple of steps inside the house, moving out of the way so the door could be closed behind him. "I understand Mr. Wilkinson would like to speak to me before I start my session?" He asked, wanting to confirm the information he had been given a couple of weeks previous.<br/><br/>He turned his head to look around the hallway of the house. It was bigger than his whole apartment. He felt a little out of place, even in his suit. Not that it mattered, he was here to help.