"You told me to prepare for the morning last night." She smiled at him and chuckled. "Master is no fool even when drunk, though some of his guests have proven to be below his notice once they start talking more if you permit me the insolence to say so." She smirked a little but toweled herself dry, mostly her arms in need of that bit of drying, her sleeves pulled up high.<br/><br/>"I will go prepare some wine, from a fresh bottle, and light breakfast." She looked at him. "It might not be as good as the regular, but if you wish to hold onto the 'country pumpkin' idea it should work well with that, and its not like it declares you rustic, its just a variety to the diet of most nobles here." Meaning there was some warm, filling stew, the kind that would make peasants weep for its rich flavor and quality, but that would seem a far too simple fare for the nobility so keen on fine, exotic and pricey foods and relying on spices that were brought from far away.<br/><br/>"I think there's a little more time, but I'll hurry ahead." Curtseying to her lord, Angelique slipped away from the bathroom to permit her Master some privacy, and to prepare for his guest.<br/><br/><hr/><hr/><br/>Knocking at the large, study door stood a man with light brown hair combed back, the wind having messed them slightly but the faint chaotic look of it only giving his face more warmth, his chin showing a bit of shadow on it, but shaved so short that it seemed to be mostly for the style. Beneath his nose a thin moustache formed a line over his upper lip. He had a cane in one hand and a tophat on his head, his suit well cut and expensive, and the rosary he wore seeming to be forged of genuine silver.<br/><br/>"Good morning, I hope I did not arrive too early?" He asked the servant at the door, noting the woman's looks quickly, staring at her appraisingly even though he was standing where he could be seen easily. On the street a carriage pulled off to head on its way, leaving the ir'Dale gentleman there.<br/><br/>"My master awaits you, please follow me." Angelique bowed her head a bit, closing the door after the man, leading him on. She did not wish to entrust this to anyone else, wanting to keep an eye on the man, while leading him at an unrushed pace towards the room that the master usually welcomed guests in. Trying to buy him some time.<br/><br/>Though she didn't appreciate the fact the man was openly admiring her backside.