Louis was the housekeeper, yes, but he was not a personal maid for every MI6 member!

For William, he of course would clean up everything he was asked to. How could he not? His beloved brother would get anything he wanted to from him.

But not for the other members! They could clean their rooms up after themselves, especially if they trashed it right after Louis had cleaned the roomd himself. He wouldn't do that for them much longer.

Louis had a particular habit of rambling on and on in his head about things that irritated him, or even just things in general, really. Anything would do for him, as long as it wasn't silent.

After finishing his internal rambling, his thoughts went to what he would make for dinner. It was always a hard question, as he wanted his brother especially and the others to like it, so he had to be creative.

In the end, he settled for steak with mashed potatoes in wine sauce. Then, he noticed someone lurking around the corner. The person, persumably an agent of theirs, may have smelled the delicious food and was coming to plead their way into getting a bite early.

"I can see you, you know." Louis hummed as he cooked the mashed potatoes, giving a side eyed glance to the doorway. "And no, you aren't getting an early meal."