She had plenty of time to watch the sunset because her host did not rise until it was pitch black. He had just left anything remotely human that far behind. If Noelle stuck around long it would be an issue that would have to be addressed, but for now the matter could be skipped around.<br/><br/>At last the servants had left her alone and when the sun had set they had stoked up the fires of the manor. Soon the Lord appeared dressed in a silk poet's shirt and dark, lace up, breeches that hugged his body. He arrived approaching her from behind and his foot falls did not make a sound. There was a slight tingling of his presence a moment before he places his hand on top of her shoulder and spoke softly "good evening."