"How dutiful you are! You wouldn't make such a poor slave, if you ever fancied the position." He didn't sound particularly serious, though she rather suspected he wouldn't complain either. Instead, he seemed considerably more interested in his meal. Polite enough to wait for the lady - though it was questionable how polite it was to stand watching a lady dress! - but he was still edging toward the door, even peeking down the corridor toward the direction of some strong, delicious smelling -something-. "No no, though, you dress up, else we'll never get through the second course."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>