Valoren looked back at the meek mousy woman sitting behind the desk.  At his glance she seemed to pale, almost like her heart was about to fail.<br/>"Me, nothing," He smiled darkly, "I'm simply one<em>hell</em>of a butler. Besides, she is more likely then not one of those British fan girls. You know the ones that adore the accent and actions of a proper gentlemen.  If I couldn't Exude that propriety, what kind of a butler would I be?"<br/>His eyes glimmered with just a hint of red as he finished that sentence.<br/>"To make things worse, I am able to pay for the rooms so I am obviously well off," Val sighed lightly, "I suppose that it doesn't matter that I'm easily fifteen times her age."