You lay bedridden after a severe asthma attack. Despite your efforts, you have a bad cold. Your butler, Sebastian, stands next to you forcing you to stay down.

Your breathing restricts you from talking as the doctor, too, stands nearby watching over you. You wave your butler down to which he removes his glove then crouches and holds his hand out. Using Morse code aware of the mission you’re on, you tell him to gather information. Sebastian stands up and with a bow whispers “yes, my lord.”