It would be quite easy to just walk straight past the small, silent boy perched outside the chapel and, distracted by adjusting his tie as he steps outside, Robin nearly does just that. The sound of his footsteps startles the sparrows but, as they scatter in a flurry of tiny, beating wings and chirps, he feels a pair of eyes staring determinedly at his back, quite unperturbed. He turns and immediately finds their owner sitting behind him. One of the servant's children? He's never seen him before.

"Good morning," he tilts his head slightly, "You're a little young for a footman, aren't you?"

... maybe he should conduct this conversation at eye level. Goodness knows his height intimidates grown men, let alone children. Robin crouches down in front of the boy, unconcerned about the hem of his frock coat trailing along the ground.