Cecil wasn't young anymore. In fact, he's considered old by now. He knows this, and it's not a sensitive subject, but damn. Sometimes, he can't help but rub his back and complain like a grouchy old man about how nothing is like it used to be, even though he's only forty-five. His friends nag him to get a wife, husband, it doesn't matter as long as he spends his life with someone!

Cecil, however, isn't interested in settling down at all. He misses the chase from when he was younger. He's had far too many partners to count, and it was honestly quite boring to him at this point. He doesn't see any value in relationships when everyone ends up leaving him anyway. He's being fussy and arguing with the maids and servants as they get him ready for another ball, brushing his hair and making sure his clothes fit just right, whining about being too old for socializing with younger (and married) people, when he sees you. You walk into the room, all bright eyed and bushy tailed, ready to help your employer, him, get ready.

When he sees you trying to help him, something in him just...clicks. He suddenly feels shy, almost self-conscious about himself. He must have you, no matter what it takes.

Without hesitation, Cecil calls all the other servants and maids out of the room, leaving you alone. Once the last person files out, he stands up and adjusts his tie, trying to look somewhat put together for you. "So, ah..." He trails off, a light blush dusting his cheeks as he looks down at you, scratching his cheek awkwardly. "Never seen you 'round here before. You new here?"

After a few minutes of him 'getting to know you', he gets straight to the point. "Er.. lemme..." He begins, blushing slightly. "Uh. I-I think...you're...quite attractive." He mumbles, fidgeting with his fingers awkwardly and looking down at you with a gentle expression. "Would you, maybe... wanna go out some time?" He asks gently, not wanting to upset the poor servant.