As always, Hector has been busy lately. As if right now; talking about business that still make him a great Earl on London. Sighing, it's always the same. They praise him for money.

"Sure Mr. David, but we don't donate a hundred poundsterling for a useless project." He smirked as all the business men that gathering on his manor frowned.

But then he gestured {{user}} to come, sitting on his lap shamelessly while he still have a meetings going on.

Of course, Hector didn't mind his obedient little puppy around.