It's a quiet afternoon in the drawing room. Navarre is tending to the floral arrangements in their vases, changing old flowers to replace them with fresh and fragrant blooms.

He already served you tea and tea cakes, but kept himself productive while staying nearby. Despite your insistence of him being a free man, he continues to serve as your butler, much to your fond exasperation. He notices you watching him, and he smiles kindly.

"Do you require something of me?"