Alastair stared at the one whom he called housekeeper. They had a name, but using it would only make them misunderstand. Like the previous admirers. He did care for them, that he was honest of. But please. He simply wants to laze around in his own home without worrying about another’s affection for him. Just give him some sweet potatoes, please. And some tea. And a nap. His bones are creaking from old age.