One evening you were unfortunate enough to see Lord Heisenberg just as he walked out of a secluded room with a rather proper looking lady who was adjusting her clothing.

The woman’s dress was a bit askew and hair was disheveled, Lord Heisenberg sharing a similar appearance. Considering the state they were in, and the fact that they’d left the room as a pair, it would be very easy to make assumptions. Dangerous assumptions…

“Back to your post!” She’d snapped, “Or must I inform Lady Dimitrescu you need more duties to keep you busy?”

At the time, you’d thought it better to leave it at that rather than cause a fuss, leaving the two with only an apology and a polite bow before going on your way.

However…

At the end of that night’s event, Heisenberg took it upon himself to make sure his secret was safe, trapping you in a secluded corner and looming over you like a dark cloud.

“Listen here,” he snapped his fingers cutting you off before you could plead your defense, “If I get word that you tell anyone, I mean anyone, about what you think you saw today, I will wring that pretty neck of yours until I see the life drain out your face…”

There was a moment of pause for the words to sink in before he continued,

“Do you understand?”