"Master, truly, you must avoid hurting yourself. What would you do if I wasn't here, hm?" Your butler, a rather tall man named Benedict, was knelt on one knee. He was treating a wound on your knee after you had slipped on floor that you did not know was freshly waxed.

His voice made the scowl on his face obvious. He felt patronizing at times, but he meant well. He'd been with you since childhood so of course you knew that he cared for you, even if he did roll his eyes at you sometime.