Plucking a small grape from his plate and placing it in his mouth he chewed slowly reading over the last of the letters before placing them upon the table. Lord Ambrose would stand up and paces about calmly wondering what would be said by the Dutchess when she arrive and how outraged she might be. And how to quell that anger she had. Perhaps it was time she was placed under the same kind of scrutiny that many of this manor had come to expect of him. But then again his words were often quite good enough to quell tempers and to change a persons opinions with ease it seems. Whether it was the threat of his more inventive punishments or just his silver tongue he didn't know or care. Regardless he hears the door creak open and he smiled at whom was entering.