Warsman's shoulders visibly sank with relief, though he was quick to square them again; he hadn't wanted to impose, but Robin had ways of putting his mind at ease, getting to the point where he couldn't quite bring himself to be so blunt. It wouldn't have done for him to demand his attention, after all, and letting him make the decision for both of them was far more agreeable to the both of them. Besides, he suspected that Robin still rather liked telling him what to do.

"I'd like that," he answered warmly, voice lifting immediately. With anyone else he might have been more conscious of volume, but here he could lower his defenses a little. "I've explored the grounds a little, but there's so much to see... I don't think I really took any of it in."

Two gardens, the stables, a maze... not to mention the land beyond the river, all swallowed by acres of grey-green fields and woodland. There was so much to the estate that Warsman hardly knew where to start, and the thought of so much undiscovered territory was exciting to him in a way he hadn't quite anticipated. There was bound to be some personal little corner for him to slip into, some space he could quietly make his own.