He smiles a bit, taking her blush as a positive sign.<em>A blushing maid, indeed.  Her icy shell may yet crack, if I'm warm enough.</em>"I'll be just fine, the room's warm enough for my taste."  He sets to washing her shoulders anyway, his fingers surprisingly deft when contrasted with his normally brusque mannerisms.  And so deciding to content himself with those parts of her that he can reach, he tries to keep the conversation going, at least.  "True enough, I've few enough friends who could be considered appropriate for dinner parties.  I've plenty enough contacts to build an excellent household guard, though.  And there's a question I haven't the answer to: where is this estate to be situated?"