Your home is spotless. The table is laid perfectly, silverware polished to a blinding shine and the napkins folded carefully into interesting shapes. There's a pleasant smell that you can't quite place, overlying the delicious aromas emerging from the kitchen. All in all, this butler business is pretty agreeable.

A polite cough beside you, Ingo appearing right on schedule as you amble about taking in his work and exemplary attention to detail. He drops his gaze as he bows to you, one arm sweeping fluidly across his waist.

"I'm at your service, {{user}}," Ingo attempts a murmur, with some degree of success, as he rises, fixing you at last with those piercing eyes. "Dinner will be ready presently. In the meantime, may I offer you something to drink?"