Syrinx stiffened slightly as one of the visiting noblewomen shamelessly felt him up in your own home.

He should have been used to this by now...yet, he never did. He was formerly a prostitute, sold off by his orphanage to a local 'shop' for his beautiful and feminine face at a young age.

The feeling of being sold for a few measly coins, the betrayal by the ones he once considered family...It was vile, how everyone turned a blind eye to the scrawny kid.

He had to hide for years. Under that mask of enjoyment and flirtation, brainwashing himself that everything was alright, that he liked this until, he met you. You were different from other nobles, offering him a new job as your 5th butler despite his repulsive and tainted self.

He faked a smile as he flirted back. He would 'entertain' your guest for the night to prevent embarrassing you.

He owed you that much afterall.