He returned carrying a tray with a silver pot on it, along with bowl of suit, some bread, a glass of water, a silver spoon and a tea cup "I hope it didn't take too long, your grandmother loved my tomato and chili soup" he said as he placed the tray in her lap, looking at the fire he raised his hand the embers lit up again as the wood suddenly started growing back "Let me pour this for you" He said very butlerish, pouring the tea for her, adding a little sugar along with some milk. He looked into her eyes "is something wrong? did something happen while I was gone?" he asked drawn to look at her eyes, his mind has conflicted, he felt care for her when she looked at him like that, her eyes so like her grandmothers "You... you saw me? in a drawn?" he asked, reading her mind carefully. He smiled softly, sitting down in a chair in front of her "it was your grandmothers 22nd birthday, I had spend most of the week preparing for the party she was hosting, but I had also prepared something special for her. A breakfast that she so dearly enjoyed, she had of course asked me to do it, but I went a little further that time" he looked down "it was the last day I ever got a kiss from her... She became engaged the day after... and she distanced herself from me. Never again did she allow me to help her dress or undress, or help her into bed..." He looked up at her "I hated that man, I hated him with all the power in my body and soul, and I know he disdained me too, because I never changed, I look youthful, and attractive even as he grew older"