"Mm!" Violet shied away from the voice above, looking up at her host expectantly, as if he would come down and strike her from the earth in a fiery rage for blaspheming him. Yet he did not...<br/><br/>"Ahaa-ha." Viloet laughed uneasily to herself at the explanations he offered to calm her, "No kidding."<br/><br/>She remained silent as he descended the stairs, watching him attentively as he sat down across from her. "Ah, Terrance? You don't want me to call you... uh, Lord Von Umt? Milord, even? Master?" She asked, offering a sweet smile as she clamored from the couch and practically over the table to shake his hand.<br/><br/>"My name's Viloet." She began, looking off to the side in a bit of embarrassment and shame as it came time to elaborate upon her surname, "Hornblower. I, uh, come from a long line of hornblowers. Oh, and I apologize for my... attire. It's not quite appropriate for a noble's servant, I know."<br/><br/>'He's not that bad!' She thought, letting her ease show on her expression, 'Even if he does like to decorate his home...provocatively, I could do worse.'