James stood, admiring the view of Angela bent over the counter table, humming to herself cheerfully as she dusted. Lord knows what she was thinking, but she always loved to hum - she loved the music. James had noticed that, amongst other things. Even when it was just Bugs Bunny on TV - no,<em>especially</em>when it was just Bugs Bunny on TV, they always used the classical stuff - she would always be smiling, happy with herself as she cheerfully did whatever it was that she needed to do.<br/><br/>"Oh! Young Master James! How are you today, kind Sir?" she asked, turning and giving him one of her incredible grins. He raised one eyebrow in perfectly pitched annoyance, although a smile tugged at the sides of his lips. "Oh, come on Angela," he laughed, eyes gazing deeply into hers, "I thought I told you to knock it off with all that 'young master' stuff. This isn't the 1800s, you know".<br/><br/>He ambled over to the sofa and sprawled himself over it, reaching one hand down to ruffle Sarah's hair, but never once took his eyes off the Maid's beautiful face.