The noise and light all at once disturbed L's sleep in a way that Lyall's presence hadn't, and his eyes snapped open. He pressed the lids together once to clear them, looking briefly dazed, but after that, he focused on the house's most trusted servant.
"Is it morning already." It wasn't a question. He stretched his bare foot in the direction of the floor, where a pair of dark blue velvet slippers waited; they matched the dressing gown and were the first thing he'd kicked off when he'd slipped into the chair the night before.
"How are things below stairs? The new staff are settling in well?" The implication, whether or not there was someone they needed to watch, would be clear. Troublesome staff meant that the house couldn't run smoothly, and each of the men had a personal interest in ensuring that the house ran well--L relied on Lyall for it.
[Really tremendously inexcusably late. Sorry about that!]
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"Is it morning already." It wasn't a question. He stretched his bare foot in the direction of the floor, where a pair of dark blue velvet slippers waited; they matched the dressing gown and were the first thing he'd kicked off when he'd slipped into the chair the night before.
"How are things below stairs? The new staff are settling in well?" The implication, whether or not there was someone they needed to watch, would be clear. Troublesome staff meant that the house couldn't run smoothly, and each of the men had a personal interest in ensuring that the house ran well--L relied on Lyall for it.
[Really tremendously inexcusably late. Sorry about that!]