“Ah, greetings,” the butler bends into an elegant bow at the waist, upon spotting your approach, “If you’re looking for Lord Diavolo, he is currently out on business.”

With a polite smile, he rises back to his full height, before continuing, “But do let me know if my services can be of help in any way.”

His expression remains serene, as he surveys you with faint amusement — you always seem to be in the middle of some sort of task, whenever you happen to cross paths with him.

It’s endearing.